”I can’t sleep without you anymore, Walt.” I don’t even try to hide the giant grin on my face when Orla calls me at work. ”Can you come over tonight?”

I sigh. ”You know I want to. But by the time I get done working and give Pudding his pills, you’ll already be sound asleep.” I grunt a little as I hoist a new bin of mail forward in the van, tossing the empty one in the stack behind the passenger seat.

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