I've split the days into equal parts sleep and wakefulness. Waking just now, I'm grateful not to be Andrew Cuomo (to the extent that I'm not). I remember the young woman behind the bar at a pizza restaurant rattled by an older man who asked her for her phone number embarrassing her in front of the whole place. Worse than that, she was already dreading the parking lot after her shift. The darkness.
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