..And like the leaves of autumn, the tortoise days and the clear nights passed away in the wait of better ones."
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Wait, did you hear that?
That was the sound of Shakespeare's soul dying a painful death, courtesy of my bad attempt at describing my life right now.
In simple language, what I really meant to say was that it had been four days since the 'witch' incident, where witch is a direct and purposely hurtful reference to G-E-O-R-G-I-N-A.
Lia and I had jointly decide that it was time to stop being useless couch potatoes who watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine on repeat. It was finally time to be festive and not be judged for going overboard with fairy lights.
So, the day before we whole heartedly splurged. On Christmas decorations, of course.
Oh yes, a tree was surely involved. We
