Briefs

When I wake up in this hotel that is  dirtier than your home, I am waking up for that A train to work that I do not actually want to board, just to make all of those calls and be written up. I just go home with the loom of my migraine of a day and put the underwear you left me with and started to play, the next day is ahead. In briefs.

 

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