I know I am supposed to be paying attention to my peers, these words, etc., etc.
But right now all I can think about are lovely ragamuffins, greying pony tails, raspy voices-
"Hi, Tiffany"'s and
"Hi, Dave"'s and
"Ashley the Addict."
All I can smell is brewing coffee, the tin of the carafe, the smokey sweetness of second-hand ash draining from the tip of your Marlboro.
All I can do is exist.
"How long has it been again?"
30 days? 60? 2 years?
It is a start.
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