Pretty in Pink
March 12th 2007 Rising out of bed promptly at 7 o’clock, in accordance with his usual morning ritual, Gene purposefully set out to get a move on things. As I let out a roaring yawn and stretched my toes, he was already loading his arms with the heap of dirty laundry sprawled out across the floor, asking whether I had anything else to add to the pile. Still starry-eyed from a good night’s rest, I slowly crep
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