It's very early or maybe very late is the better description. That window of dark morning when it's too early for anyone except the most early of risers and too late for anyone but the most sleepless of night owls. I'd been working myself up for a few hours hoping to get myself nice and worked up for my spouse. I couldn't take it anymore and finished with my Hitachi. But I was soooo sensitive and my hand and my pillow helped contain any noise. (My partner enjoyed listening to this, I hope the same can be said for you all.)
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