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the ramblings of delerium

It's almost 6am.

All-nighter at work.

I will be crashing on a tired leather couch as soon as my update gets finished. My coworker and I are listening to Jimi.

I am the kind of tired that recalls all the times when you got into bed next to her and her warm skin made your world simple and glorious.

I am alternately giggling and staring blearily.

I lost my lighter, so I have been using the toaster in the breakroom.

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Goodnight, Delayne, wherever you are.

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