Ten.One Thousand, Five Hundred & Eighty-Five
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When will we be able to sleep again?
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Even in the dark, you can see the thick fog filling the valley.
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How is it already time?
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Speak of the Devil.
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“They had the audacity,” I text.
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The things we are saying are the things we really mean to say.
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The energy is off. I am okay with this not happening.
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Nothing good comes from desperation.
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But really the audacity.
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No appetite.