Jeanne had woken up the day before and found Marcus’s note, apologizing for his incompetence. When she read it, she thought to herself, “God what a dork.”
On Sunday, Jeanne woke up around noon, fed herself, caffeinated herself, wrote in her diary about the previous night, watched a documentary about swimming, exercised, came home, showered, ate again, read a few chapters of Jane Austen, drank a cup of tea, meditated, then went to bed.
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