I massaged my mistress last night. She called from the side of the bed for the first time since Bekah was here. Yes I wrote again last night. I'm not sure where this story is heading, but it is interesting to me. I wrote a poem. A strange one as well. Things are going okay I suppose, but I'm trying to get through each day, one at a time. I'm hoping to do something fun this weekend for a change and I hope to have my car back as well. It has been less of an inconvience then as a comfort. So we shall see I suppose.

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