This is why I didn't make it to your house last night even though I really wanted to go earlier in the day. I could not make myself get dressed and out from under the blankets. It felt too good to read and be silent. If it was just you and Natalie and Allison I could have rallied but the prospect of conversation on a larger than three-lady-friends-scale sounded exhausting. It was that kind of day.

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