The sun streams through the window as I slowly open my eyes. I sit up close the curtains, muttering about it being too bright outside. I pull a t-shirt over my head and walk into the kitchen to make some coffee. I hear the shower shut off and a few minutes later, you walk out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your hair. You seem like you're in a hurry. I look over at the clock. 8:37 am. late again?
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