The ride home was hot and tedious as always. A low growl was forming in my stomach as I peeled my hand off the leather seat to adjust the air conditioning. It was barely functional. The turn signal had been beeping for five minutes straight as we sat in traffic, sweltering under the weight of...
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.