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Sunday is never a good day.
 Oh, and so is Friday. Swings in playgrounds oscillates back and forth and eventually comes to a stop. Sunlight reflects off the metal beams. The sound of the leaking tap at home. The flipping of pages in the library. The taste of rice when you're eating alone. Loneliness really gets to me, you know. |