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… a hangover. I lay in bed for a while, relishing relaxation and remembering how Sundays used to be. Carl and I would make love, then afterwards, I’d make coffee and he’d make scrambled eggs, and that was love too, until it wasn’t. We’d eat breakfast, catch up with our socials, then we’d walk in the park. It recharged us for the …
Marsha Adams
✍ Posy Churchgate
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Sounds lush!
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