L.A. Woman

L.A. Woman

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Nov 27, 2020
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Fiction
Romance
Time is motionless while existence was throbbing, almost unbearable. it's 11:30 AM. Tuesday. The world around me has already woken up; the chirping of the birds on the sycamore tree behind my building gets overrun by the noises of the cars on the other end. I sit up in my bed and, the moment I turn my head, a sharp pang strikes my brain, accompanied with a feeling of nausea. The hopes of having slept off my hangover fade as I reach for the bottle of whiskey on my nightstand.
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This came to me one night after it had snowed and I was just sitting in my room in the dark and there was this constant loud tapping sound coming from outside. It kinda freaked me out for scientific and logic based reasons that I don't feel is important. So here it is, my dearies.

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