I have a hard time getting up in the winter and today it was especially bad. It’s the cold, the dark, and how frigid my room is outside of my bed, especially with my dog still sleeping with her head poking out of the covers. She’s like a tiny furnace that has nails and perfect little needle teeth. She’s my entire world. I would be lost without her. I eventually get up, get dressed and after swallowing my guilt, drive to work. I find a parking spot quickly and I’m getting out

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the program is both a moonshot designed to allow some "lucky" random reader to experience something weird/unsettling and a metaphor for my own missed connections.

Departing a hike that had failed to relieve his homicidal ideation, Donn eyed his Mercedes in the distant parking lot and shuddered at what appeared to be a man in a hooded sweatshirt rigging a bomb beneath the car’s front bumper.