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It was the first time she opened her eyes, a Saturday. She could finally see all that had gone on, she finally saw him. The man that had stayed with her even when she couldn't open her eyes. At first this made Saturday her favourite day. Soon it made Saturday her worst.
Saturday. The day that so many people long for; the day of freedom. Why would you love Saturday, my friends? The day of no structure. The day of danger and change. The day where you never know what to expect from yourself or others. I hate Saturday.
The crust of the earth. In every group, there is always the crust. The outsiders, those so desperate to fit in, to be on the inside and protected. During the winter, even penguins have the crust, those who get burned and hurt by the elements, those who sacrifice themselves for the bettering of the rest.
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