So here’s my nightly routine. I lay down, close my eyes, and immediately become a piece of furniture. One girl climbs directly onto my face like it’s a pillow she personally owns. She settles in, breathes directly into my soul, and stays there for hours. Hours. I stop breathing somewhere around minute twelve, but I […]

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