Late? Or Early?
Guilt is thick these days, thicker than usual. We’ll let people down, won’t we. We just will. Even ourselves.
I can’t sleep. I’m not the only one—one of the kids snuck downstairs to get a drink thinking I wouldn’t hear him, and that I would assert some sort of guilt trip if I did. Look, this floor is dry, the AC absorbs every particle of moisture. I’m thirsty, too. Go get your Powerade, I won’t tell your parents.
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