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God, I hope so

Harrison

I’ into the world’s most impatient man

I left work at four, which is pretty fucking early by my usual workaholic standards, and ever since I arrived at my apart vortex all damn day

A story about the Mavericks plays on ESPN in the background of

I’ve been home for all of an hour, yet it feels like an eternity My acute focus is stuck al desperately for it to ring or ping or fucking anything My pep talks toto wear thinner and thinner

“Ring!” I exclaih it can understand me “Talk to me!”

I shake

Finally, I drop the phone on the cushion of the sofa and stand up

I start to walk away but turn back to check that the ringer is on, and then finally, turn and walk away again I need a cup of coffee…whiskey…so

I open cabinets in the kitchen and then close the out for what feels like forty years but is only actually aclock on the microwave

When oes off suddenly, I take off at a run and dive over the back ofheavy fire under combat

“Ow,” I say with a hobble after overshootingmy elboith a little too much zeal on the coffee table “Fuck, fuck,” I whine “That bone is not funny at all”

Still, I don’t give a fuck I reach for rab it swiftly, just like I would even if my arm needed to be amputated at this point

A text from Rocky shines like a beacon, and I can’t click to open it fast enough