Gone West has never seemed quite so far away as it did tonight, maybe because I needed it so badly. I kept passing signs and thinking, "How can it possibly only be ten miles since that last sign?"
It really was only the same two hours it always is.
And now I'm in the K.s' living room, feeling the tension drain out of me and out through the door. What it leaves behind is exhaustion.
It really was only the same two hours it always is.
And now I'm in the K.s' living room, feeling the tension drain out of me and out through the door. What it leaves behind is exhaustion.
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