Anthony looked at the end of the bed. As he stared as his cold bare feet he knew that his live-in maid/ on and off girlfriend had somehow screwed with the blanket.
It isn’t easy being 6′ 10 and he usually can’t have a bed with a foot board at the end. Some hotels (especially Lisbon) he would find himself hanging off the bed. But then again, this is his story…
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“Honey, don’t you understand I don’t ask for much from you,” she started.
“Expected what which time dear,” I asked wishing that I could find the aspirin. My head was hurting and I took one of those headache powders. I could down these damn things like they were my ex to white powder.