It was New Year’s Day and I wasn’t feeling all that great because Daryl had gotten super drunk and decided at three in the morning that he wanted to cook fish. I told him I had to be to the store at eight but he didn’t care. I’d barely slept any when the alarm rang and I pushed on through, with the excitement that comes with new beginnings.
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