Gerwyn
I feel like an utter fool as I cross the landing to my bedroom, retreating in embarrassment with my tail between my legs. My laptop is already set up, but I’m not such an utter fool that I believe I’ll be able to focus on reporting this evening. I should go out somewhere and leave them to it, but I’d be going out alone, drowning whatever sorrows I have. Sorrows I shouldn’t be having. It’s stupid.



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