109-зџґжђ§и‚ґеќ¦зѕће®№й™ўз†џеґіпјњз›ёзє¦й…’еє—пјњзѕћи‰іеѕ“е‰ќпјњж— Еґ€йёўе·ґиѕїиёџиёџпјњеџјдє†еґѕд№…йѓѕжіўзў¬пјње§їи‰із›ёеѕ“дёќй”™ — ...

'Is it the pressure?' she asked, her voice surprisingly soft.

'Forget it,' she said, pulling the duvet up. 'If it’s not happening, it’s not happening. But I’m not wasting a five-star room. Pass me a glass of that wine; let’s just see if these squids find love instead.'" 'Is it the pressure

'I think it’s the everything,' I muttered, staring at the ceiling. 'The work week, the expectations, the fact that I’ve been staring at a spreadsheet for twelve hours a day. My brain hasn’t left the office even if I have.' 'Is it the pressure?' she asked