I woke up at 2am. My first thought was that someone I knew in LA had just lost their house and the psychic reverberations had jolted me awake. So I grabbed my phone to scroll through Facebook updates, like I’ve been doing for days.
There had been no psychic reverberations. Maybe a coyote had howled outside or my boyfriend had snorted in his sleep. Thing…
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