Sitting at my desk, I can hear the voices coming up from the parking lot. In one of the last days of summer, there's a party going on.
The light in my room is bright, and it feels as if the voices are coming out of the darkness. Creedence is playing on my shitty laptop speakers, and sounding good.
I was high as fuck, and there was work in the morning. But no matter. It was still early. There was still time.
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