Katie's toes are covered in sand. She wiggles them idly, then pulls them out of the sun.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
A Day's Work
First real day of vacation, all the other sinners back at work and I sit here on the sand and listen to the crashing waves rush-shush and thumble. I feel like I'm playing hooky, getting away with something, putting off the price to pay for when they take a moment from the day-to-day to deal with a minor functionary like me who's been derelict in the duties he never wanted to do in the first place.
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