August 4th, 2005

Don't fuck with the Jesus

Later Saturday... (Part Four)

I woke up not remembering how I'd gotten there, but as the thickness left my brain, I recalled dragging myself off to Miranda's spare bed for a little nap. I was pretty sure that when I'd gone to sleep, I'd been by myself. Now, however, the Muse was sleeping next to me, her head on my chest, snoring lightly.
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