Rose Jones: Hopping Through Life
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Última publicación jue, nov 19, 2020
The morning started with a yelp as I fell out of bed and hit my head on the dresser. A usual occurrence. I never awaken because of one of my nightmares, or because my alarm went off. I always wake up because my wife can't cook and she never feels like having breakfast from a fast food place.
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