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You get up and go. Go downstairs and make breakfast. Go to work. Go to lunch with lame colleagues. Go back to work. Go home.
Demands. Constant demands. What the fuck. When does the hassle of life cease? When does the calm come? Is the storm over?
Wine. Hello wine.
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