Sharing my momentary existence. My last fifteen minutes.
It's raining now. On my way back from the Jiffy Lube, I bought a bubblope at CVS for my wife. As I begin to work, I can hear the muted sound of the rain on the deck. The lights are out in the house, and the day seems coated with the gray patina of emptiness. Everything is broken.
I'm tired.
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