Five minutes later, I walked into my apartment building with an empty stomach, no food and a big bump on my head. I wasn’t totally empty-handed though, because Rebecca was perched and ever-lovely upon my threshold. “Damn!” me thinks, “If only I wasn’t so tired I could make up for the other night’s blood-flow problems.” But no, I had to be sensible now. I just needed a morsel of food (Alas, I was morselless.) and some long overdue sleep.
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