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[score1forpants]

The sun was setting and it was the hour of which I’d rather not speak of- “the nameless hour,” I called it- when evening sounds were creeping up from every corner in a sort of stealthy procession. I went to the mirror and in the last rays of the sun, I looked once again at my reflected face. It was as serious as before; and that wasn’t surprising

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[anonymous]

did u write this?

[score1forpants]

i wish but no... it fits my life pretty damn well right about now so i posted it. Camus wrote it