She woke when the clock in the hall chimed 9am. She looked up at Jason, who was still sleeping. Erine reached across and stroked his cheek; he stirred slightly but continued to sleep.
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a fable
Stabbing another cigarette out in an ashtray already overflowing with them and it’s cold outside, cold in here too because of the external or in spite of the internal (the heater is on, powerful) just like I was when I was in school, being something because it was what everyone else was, or doing it… Continue reading a fable