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Shattered Illusions
Although exhaustion had pulled me into sleep, I did not get a great night of sleep. The floor was hard, and cold, and my headache would spontaneously wake me up during the night. My arms were also starting to throb, as were my thighs. I sarcastically made snarky comments to myself about how I wish I were in better shape. My body felt like it had gone through ten rounds with a professional wrestler. As the clock got closer to six am, I finally drug myself up off the floor, intent on making some coffee.
My brain still feels like it is in shock. I am still trying to process everything from last night, and now I need to figure out my next steps. Where do I go from here? How did I even end up here? I am trying to be as quiet as possible. I am not ready to face Jax this morning, and truthfully, I do not want to deal with the kids either.
Fate is a truly cruel witch though, because as I am leaning over the counter, waiting
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