home alone

the boys are on a walk with miss susan and tripper is out playing golf with my dad. for the first time in a long time i’m alone. all by myself. i’m the sole staffer at work today as well (no holidays for the part-timer!!)—so alone on that front, too.

feels weird. and quiet. i can actually hear my pulse.

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