bronwyngrace
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“Tough shoot or rough night?” His gravelly voice croaked out, thick and muddled with sleep.
“Rough night.” A pause. “Sorry for the sudden appearance. I know ya like your cat naps.”
“You know it’s nothin’. Come on in.”
or: i was listening to phoebe bridgers and leith ross at 6 in the morning and they started plaguing my mind so i blacked out and wrote this