Insomnia
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Last published Sat, Nov 25, 2017
"Is there a reason you come in here every morning?"
I make a face, drink the last bit of my coffee with a smack of my lips, and throw away the cup. Before looking at the boy behind the counter.
I shrug, "I've got insomnia." I place my 5 dollar bill on the counter, and walk out.
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