
“Balachander…Hope I got dat rite! I feel like tokin but mayb ur sleepin! M goin 2 go home now! I want 2 not go back 2 office cuz m sleepin! U up or wat? Say?”
..my sole recluse for times of innate hatred, overt joy, misplaced faith, justified guilt....a memoir of every feeble breathing cycle I thus complete..

“Balachander…Hope I got dat rite! I feel like tokin but mayb ur sleepin! M goin 2 go home now! I want 2 not go back 2 office cuz m sleepin! U up or wat? Say?”
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