Some days, you gotta just go to bed and hope for a better tomorrow. Katie sleeps with an eye mask on and the TV turned to some crime movie dubbed in Spanish. The dog licks her paws and ignores the foul cloud that hangs over the house.
The neighbors drink wine downstairs and laugh, and I type a few more words before breaking the neck of the day, closing my computer, and going to sleep.
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