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Lance is in the hospital again, I'm not surprised. The television isn't working. I have to be at school by 7:45 tomorrow. I just want to be on the road, I can write poems on the highway. I doubt they are any good though. Even if they were what would the matter be. I relate everything to books and that is not a very good thing to do. There is glass rolling on the floor above. I have a headache again.