Inevitable

I was at my friend Lance Armstrong’s house. He looked so tired. 

I said he should take a nap. 

He asked what that was. 

I had him lay down on his couch. He said he had never done that before. I put a blanket over him. 

Lance fell asleep so fast that the skin around his temples and forehead warbled.

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