Seven days ago...
I had been facing the same computer at the same bed at the same room of the same house. I am growing tired of the same old days that define my week working working working rummaging the symptomatic closet of the wonderful and eerie and monotonous cubao. thank you for calling me everyday every second every handling time spent on aftercall is bliss that is. somehow, coffee circles in my desk make it easier to be diverted.
I had been facing the same computer at the same bed at the same room of the same house. I am growing tired of the same old days that define my week working working working rummaging the symptomatic closet of the wonderful and eerie and monotonous cubao. thank you for calling me everyday every second every handling time spent on aftercall is bliss that is. somehow, coffee circles in my desk make it easier to be diverted.
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