I fell asleep too early and now I’m awake in the middle of the night. I’m going to grab snacks in a minute, to settle me down. J’ai faim. I have hunger. That’s a dramatic way to say it, the French way. To be said with heavy ennui. It would almost be worth it to smoke just to exhale slowly, letting the smoke curl upwards from my lips, just before saying …
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