Friday will be watching you.
The convenience store, its aisles full of moldering cough syrup, Cheez-its and condoms, where you pick up your daily paper; your favorite coffee shop with the killer sticky buns; even your old yoga studio. I go to the places you used to frequent, even though I don’t know what I’d do if I found you.
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