...my feelings of sedated sadness.
Can't let it get the best of me. Gotta fight it off.
Gotta keep going. Gogogogogogogo...
(do it for the boy)
* * *
Eamon sleeps funnily. He talks in his sleep. Actually, it's not that funny because with the monitor on, we're awake whenever he's especially in one of his loud, chatty dreams.
If Sharon ever wonders if Eamon inherited something from her...
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