I had woken up early, as usual, full of ideas and ready to dig into my work. The house was dark and cold and Rich’s skinny body was buried under a mound of down quilts. He would not be up for another couple hours and continued to sleep deeply and silently, seemingly impervious to the sounds of city buses gathering people for the early shift at the …
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