Saturday sounds like the uncorking of a champagne bottle kept stored to be opened only when the best friend visits. Saturday sounds like the unexpected call from someone who left you a week back, saying they'd never talk to you again. Saturday sounds like the snores of your beloved who's returned after a long journey, jet-lagged, but sleeping next to you.
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