A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

Don't get any ideas...

I came home late Sunday, exhausted by hours in an exhibition hall, and in a bus. So I slept. A lot. Which was great!

Anyways. I put my suitcase on the bed to undo it, and there came miss Lea, comfortably settling herself. Just in case you plan to go anywhere else in the future, be advised you're going no where alone. That's what she said.

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