Feb 1, 2021
Moses groaned into his hands as he dragged them across his face in an attempt to keep himself awake. He didn’t realize how late into the night he’d ended up studying. And by the time he’d looked up from his notes, the sun was peeking at the horizon and he had to get ready to work. Not something new that happened to the paralegal. But his lightheadedness made him regret not keeping track of time better. Now he’s sat at Roast, patience drawing thin as he waits for his lifeline. “If that coffee takes another minute, I’ll have to grab someone else’s cup.”
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