So I'm back home.
You wouldn't guess how sitting around for 40 hours can exhaust a person, but it does.
And when one's about to crash in bed, what do they find? Ant-hill in the kitchen, built on old potatoes, and 270, I repeat, 270 messages in their inbox. And it's not like anyone was writing me. But oh, you'd know, wouldn't you?
So now, I'm pretty
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