It’s 6:30 and and I’m burning an Asphalte Rose candle from Mad et Len and drinking black cold brew coffee. I meant to check in with you yesterday and ask how your weekend went but the days run away like wild horses over the hills. I have headphones on but no music playing yet. I can hear the fountain that needs to be filled and electric heat. They don’t…
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