Carter woke up as soon as it was dark and looked at the French windows. He closed his eyes and prepared to go back to sleep, but he couldn’t fall asleep anymore.
“Am I born to be a toiler?”
Carter laughed at himself.
The chirping of birds outside the window, listening to the sound, I was very happy, apparently caught an early bug and had a plump breakfast.
Carter turned over.
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