I daydreamed about it all day.
When I had to work overtime, I sat and stared out the window and thought about it.
On the bus, I glanced at my watch again and again, counting the minutes.
I raced through the door to my apartment, ready, poured it into its perfect little glass, and drank it down.
My new addiction: children's cold medicine.
The only thing that keeps me from wanting to claw out my own throat from the pain.
When I had to work overtime, I sat and stared out the window and thought about it.
On the bus, I glanced at my watch again and again, counting the minutes.
I raced through the door to my apartment, ready, poured it into its perfect little glass, and drank it down.
My new addiction: children's cold medicine.
The only thing that keeps me from wanting to claw out my own throat from the pain.
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