Thu, Feb 26, 2009, 2:28am
It’s Saturday morning, 10 a.m. I roll out from underneath the guy sharing my twin extra long, careful not to wake him. I’m sitting at my desk, checking my email, 15 minutes later when I get a call. “Shane, where are you? Weren’t you going to let me in the office at ten?” I’m late.
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