what did the maid think when she found broken glass in the rubbish?


I wrote this story yesterday, before sunrise, before I had to wake the kid up and drive him to school, before my customary breakfast of fruit and granola bowl at a cafe where they play soppy 80s music and let me stay as long as I want. It’s raining more often these days so we wear these plastic ponchos you get from 7-11. If you see us on our scooter along Sathorn, say hello, but don’t be offended if I look away.

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