Meanwhile in Southampton…
Meanwhile in Southampton…
Meanwhile in Southampton…
Thursday Morning (pt.2)
The writer woke up and it was another morning. A document was open on the laptop, with a single line:
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It had not been a productive evening, the writer concluded.
Wednesday Night (pt.2)
‘Can you give me a beer?’ the writer asked his friend.
‘We’re all out of beer,’ he replied.
‘I guess that was bound to happen,’ the writer said and uncorked the rum.
