A night spent on the floor, a hardwood floor no less, no matter how short the night may be, at my age, is asking for aches and pains that a handful of Tylenol does nothing to alleviate the morning after. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if Nicolo didn’t use me as his own personal mattress most of the night, but he did. There is a pep in his step as I stumble after him to the bathroom, barely awake because we don’t have a coffee machine, thus no fucking coffee. He seems to be suffering no adverse effects,…
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