One last night, last couple of hours in Montreal...
The cat is sleeping on a heap of my clothing. It is cold, not horribly so, but chilly (surprisingly 'warm' for this time of the year...). The room is a mess, but at least the rest of the house is somewhat emptier.
A few more hours, and I am out of here. Home of the past six years.
Gone.
The cat is sleeping on a heap of my clothing. It is cold, not horribly so, but chilly (surprisingly 'warm' for this time of the year...). The room is a mess, but at least the rest of the house is somewhat emptier.
A few more hours, and I am out of here. Home of the past six years.
Gone.
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