And so I sit typing away only to have a barrage of phone calls disturbing my flow and lo, I've no idea what I was up to.
Muttering unintelligible curses, flinging wrists in the air, poking holes at the sky I get back to doing what I thought I was supposed to, but now I'm distracted and hopelessly annoyed.
An anxious pang of reverberation in my head for reasons I can only wonder why.
Muttering unintelligible curses, flinging wrists in the air, poking holes at the sky I get back to doing what I thought I was supposed to, but now I'm distracted and hopelessly annoyed.
An anxious pang of reverberation in my head for reasons I can only wonder why.
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