doesn't write itself

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Hades

Stella watched me check up on our dinner. She followed me when I set the table and slouched in her chair when she finally sat down.

"Are you okay?" I asked. It worried me she seemed this tired.

She sighed. "I'm just beat, Hades," she said.

I nodded and put the lasagna on the table. The salad wasn't exciting, but I had put lots of vegetables in the lasagna. That had to count for something.

We had lasagna, I cleaned the table, Stella fell asleep on the couch.

I had half a mind to have her see a doctor because she was so tired. But then again, she had been in a serious crash, and if she was a bit tired at the end of a work day, and then more tired after a work week. It was understandable. At least she wasn't tired Monday night, and Tuesday was only a little. Progress.

I covered her with a blanket and opened my laptop. The thesis didn't write itself.

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