Got home and the house was quiet for the first time all day. Put on some old records, the kind my dad used to play. Found myself just staring out the window at the streetlights coming on. Funny how a Monday evening can feel like a memory.
Got home and the house was quiet for the first time all day. Put on some old records, the kind my dad used to play. Found myself just staring out the window at the streetlights coming on. Funny how a Monday evening can feel like a memory.
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