IT'S FIVE THIRTY IN THE FUCKING EVENING, WHERE HAS MY DAY GONE? INTO A BOX OF TISSUES, COUNTLESS FAILED HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENTS, AN OUTTA TUNE BANJO, AND I THINK I LEFT MY BEDROOM TWICE TO GET SOME CAFE. A HOUSE DOWN THE STREET WAS BURNING DOWN SO I CHECKED THAT OUT. REMEMBER THE DAYS BACK WHEN SENSATIONIST ENTERTAINMENT CONSITSTED OF WATCHING
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