Here we are. Take two.
It’s after 8pm and the voice is so….velvety.
It took longer tonight to recognize it. Despite the time, I had chips to “round out” my dinner. It was an excuse. I see that now.
I wanted more…something. I don’t know what I wanted from it. It hurts to slow down to search for the answer.
The past week–two weeks?–are starting to wear on me. I thought it would be getting easier, but I think maybe it’s getting harder. It’s time for me to start writing.
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