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He loked into it, confused as to why his mirror suddennly started glowing blue. He peered inside, wondering what the hell could be going on. Through the glaring blue light, he saw a village full of happy people: kids playing in the snow, parents looking over with hot cups in their hand. They seemed happy, quaint. He looked back at his own life, and realized that he had too much shit to do. He went in.
Bagels. They're actually not that great. Everyone's always saying "Oh, I need to go, what should I eat because I actually need some nutrition? Oh! A Bagel!" it's so plain, even with the cream cheese or anything else. It's a lame donut, that's what it truly is. I don't understand the whole hype, you can even buy it by the dozens for goodness sakes. Death to the bagel! Viva La Donut!
Why should I refuse to do such a simple task? It's just going to sleep. But, it's not my fault my mind stops me from going and nodding off into a dreamy world. I don't refuse to do it; I'd love to go to sleep as soon as I hit my head on the pillow. But it just doesn't work that way. It really doesn't.