So tired.
Another fire? Yes, please.
Grateful for these moments.
I can’t read her, but I also can’t read myself at this moment.
I really need to work on my poker face.
He says that the move is scheduled for next Wednesday. I tell him I’m in no rush, but he says that it’s already on his calendar. The beginning of the end.
It's already time for another break.
A little bit of laughter goes a long way. I’m glad I somehow managed to lose my anger.
She says it’s not them but the people around them.
Is is possible to be afraid of winning?
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