A snails pace
Forcing myself up I sit on the bed’s edge.The room is dark and its contents of strewn clothes, a pile of books, yesterday’s Evening Standard enter my noctur...
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Forcing myself up I sit on the bed’s edge.The room is dark and its contents of strewn clothes, a pile of books, yesterday’s Evening Standard enter my nocturnal vision like an unseen moon revolving through the night sky. Ticking time irritates me, why can’t it just let me be.
At the washroom,the mirror reflects a serene exterior.
Something walks over on the roof, in a few moments, that creature lets out a drawl cry, a cat,I name.
A police car siren filters through the window, why does it have to be loud? The burglar probably already made its escape.
I should be looking for a proper job, something that pays.
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At the washroom,the mirror reflects a serene exterior.
Something walks over on the roof, in a few moments, that creature lets out a drawl cry, a cat,I name.
A police car siren filters through the window, why does it have to be loud? The burglar probably already made its escape.
I should be looking for a proper job, something that pays.
How many times has this question propped up
Read less
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