Max

Sometime in the night last night I woke up just enough to realize I was hurting and that I should move.  It hurt a lot to move. Like all my muscles had atrophied and needed to break from that hideous concrete shell casing dust cracking and crumbling and falling away as I moved. Like a gargoyle come to life only to lay flat out and fall back asleep again.
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Someone stole my cc number today and charged crazy things.
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I was a cranky lady.
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I attended a drink mixing party with a pregnant lady.

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