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Flash Fiction Friday: Insomnia

Five hours. If I fall asleep now I can still get five hours sleep. Rhonda rolled over in her bed with a grunt, her pillow tossed over her head. ** “Dad said this house is mine." Dean held a jar in the air. “But you got the last two,” Colin whined. “You can sprinkle Sleep… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: Insomnia