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I closed my eyes on the black leather sofa.
Ahhhh. It felt so good to just lay there. Backpack off. Messenger bag off. Both piled in a heap on the floor next to me.
As soon as I had found the key to Shaun’s, placed under a bench outside her flat, I breathed a sigh of relief and felt a wave of thankfulness sweep over me.
Finally.
The non-stop travel from America and the loss of my night and sleep had started to wear on me and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and just be.
But it didn’t last long.
I closed my eyes on the black leather sofa. Ahhhh. It felt so good to just lay there. Backpack off. Messenger bag off. Both piled in a heap on the flo ...
By the time I got to Shaun's flat in London, my backpack and messenger bag were brutally weighing me down. Like I knew they would. I just hadn't exp ...
