He needed to slow down. He was almost running on empty. Too many thoughts tumbled in and out of his mind. Thoughts about the bills. Thoughts about new houses with out-rented parking bays. Thoughts about mattress cleaning; sofa cleaning. Thoughts about broken bed frames and two-month-old cucumbers left rotting inside bacteria-infested refrigerators.
He needed a break. He needed to get away.
But if he did – if he let go, took an AWOL, who on earth would stay behind and make sure that all the expenses were paid?
Maybe he just needed to fill his gas tank up once more.
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