Friday, November 24th, 2006
Sam stirred, waking to a dry mouth and all of his covers flung off. There was a slender thread of light coming between the crack in the curtains, and with it he checked the room. It was 8 o’clock, according to the square red numbers on the nightstand, and with a click, the heat came on. What on earth? It was already
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Otherwise, I am really enjoying this.
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I'm glad you're enjoying!
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I take a little offense a that considering that most of the potheads I know are well-established lawyers working in NYC and exactly the kind of person you would consider "an upstanding citizen."
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