He humped me wildly with his wiener.

The magic of old friends. Looking up from my book, I watched a humming bird buzz the pool. I listened to the quiet, a different quiet from a morning at home. No dog snoring gently, no cars on the street outside. The pool filter hummed on and off. Birds swooped and called as they dashed from fence post to cactus. We settled into conversations that were years of catching up without feeling like recap.

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Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Toddler. One of the perks of being a freelancer is the ability to work from home. Or so I have been told. Your pay schedule can be somewhat inconsistent, but you find ways to deal with it. My Life as a Writer.