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You look at the clock. It's 5 am. You look around. Nothing's there. You look up. The fan smiles at you. You look down. The floor frowns at you. You look back. Nothing's there. You look at the clock. It's 5 am. What are you doing?

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Mar 29, 2018

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Notes: Late night thoughts.
Tags: #realizations #boredom

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