That hot night. . .


Last night I was woken up by a loud banging on the door. No, not that banging. Laughing to myself right now. It was a loud pounding on my living room door. I don’t quite recall what I was dreaming about so needless to say it must have been blah! What the heck? It was 2 am and I had to work the next day. What the . . . …

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