Posted by Diego Rojo on February 26, 2015 at 10:05 PM
2:34 a.m. I wake up. Suffering from thirst. I reach for my glass. Its empty. I panic. I question. I do. I run to the bathroom. Fill my cup with water. Sip. Ah. Dry mouth gone.
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