The Pleasure Principle
Finally, aware she'd need more than good intentions to get a decent night's sleep, she poured herself a double shot of Jack Daniel's Black, tossed it down and pulled the covers over her head.
Go away, Rafe. I need to get back to my life.
During the night snow had fallen, covering the drifts already lining the sidewalks as a result of the plows clearing the streets. In its virgin appearance, it looked clean and sparkling, covering the inevitable dirt from the city embedded one layer below the surface. Bree inhaled, taking in a lungful of sharp, cold Illinois air. It startled her that it didn't stimulate her the way it always did. As a city girl, born and bred, she'd thrived on every bit of it
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