Broken Promises
November 11th 2009 DAY 369
I can vaguely remember Andy getting out of bed while it was still dark, but I slept on being unaware of what time that was, eventually I awoke, it was daylight and I could hear Andy tippy tappying on the laptop at the bottom of the bed.
It was 6.45, a little voice asked if I wanted tea now, a little voice drifted back from somewhere between dreams and reality “yes please,” so I gradu
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