From Convolution

Waking up in the middle of the night, thirsty.
The clink of ice cubes, the smoothness of water down your parched throat.
The air vent blowing on you: chilly now.
Climbing into a bed full of warm girl.
Best. Thing. Ever.

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corwin

Site administrative account, so probably Corwin, Felix or DD-B.

6 thoughts on “From Convolution”

  1. After work. Though, if I get the chance, I might swing by at lunch. Otherwise we’ll be there this evening ~6 to 7. Can’t wait! :)

  2. To True.

    (My only question, what are you doing up {much less on the web}before noon?)

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