I called justin this morning at 8, just as I promised, to wake him up. he answered in what I found to be the sexiest voice I'd ever heard from him. "get up," I mumbled into the phone. "I'm up," he slurred back. I imagined him running his hand through his thinning hair and rolling out of bed, and it delighted me in my groggy stupor. "have a good day
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