Late Night Serenade

Ah, night time.

The persuasive lull of the twilight hour. The quiet hum of the late shift shifting. The soft glow from the amber caution light.

The only issue I have with being a night owl is my inconvenient pangs for cheeseburgers once I’m comfortably tucked in.

Mmmmm. Cheeseburgers.

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