there are not enough hours in the day: a tragedy

Leaving work

“Okay, that’s everything. I’m gonna get myself home, I’m much too late already.”

“Oh, so you don’t even care about me? You hate me and want me to die?”

“…Uh-huh. Have a good night.”

Arriving home

“Hey honey I’m home.”

“And what sort of time do you call this?!”


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