Every future Sunday is now officially reserved for reading A Book That Makes Me Cry. Not only does it give me a distraction from being sick, but I just don't read enough.
Today, I compromised between my love for watching the cars go by our house, and the fact that I didn't want to go outside. I sat in my windowsill, feet on the roof, Sobe in hand.
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