June and I caught a train, sitting down opposite an actor rehearsing his lines – I knew the play but not the language he was speaking. 80 more words
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And then she realized, it was her own damn fault.
that despite the warmth of her comforter and how grateful she was to her mattress for keeping her off the floor, bed was a place for resting, not living and so she woke up.