"I'm tireddddddddddd."
"So go to bed?"
"I don't want toooooooooo."
"Make coffee?"
"Ohhhh. That's a good idea! ... my knees hurt."
"Because you're so tall."
"Yeah... coffee... coffee fixes everything!"
Like the stutter I get when my anxiety is bad.
Like the sense of humour I have.
Like my sleeping patterns.
Like the fondness for photographs and for art, in general.
Like coffee at late hours of the night.
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