“I can’t believe,” I said into the soft, enticing mattress, “I have to be up for a wedding in three and a half hours.” Oliver sat down next to me. “Surely this cannot be the first time you’ve staggered home in the small hours of the morning, had a shower, and then left for work or a lecture or some major society function.” “I was in my twenties then.” “You’re barely out of your twenties now.” “I’m thirty. I’m an old man. I can’t cope with this wild, thrill-seeking, field-crossing, tea-stealing lifestyle anymore.” Burying my head deeper into the bedclothes, I groaned like a zombie donkey.
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