I feel great. I never sleep like this. All warm and toasty and swaddled in goose down. Wow. What’s better than sleeping late? I may never get out of bed. What time is it? Nine thirty. I bet it snowed last night. Probably need to shovel the driveway. No way. I’m going back to sleep. [...]
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