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It's five o'clock in the morning and I just finished reading a book. Pure as the Lily by Cathrine Cookson. I've read through the night, and it might seem strange, but I have this really content feeling. Because it's been so long since I last did this. So long since a book grabbed me and simply wouldn't let me sleep until I finished it. It's such a nice feeling to have. When I wake up in a few hours I will probably feel differently, but right now, I'm kind of floating.