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I woke up this morning and my cat bit me in the face. There was no blood, but it hurt like hell.
"Alice, why do you hate me?" I mumbled in my head and turned away, closing my eyes again against the dim light coming in from the neighbor's window. Nothing is more important than savoring those few precious moments of darkness before the alarm goes off. Or in this case, the next hour and a half.
"Alice, why do you hate me?" I mumbled in my head and turned away, closing my eyes again against the dim light coming in from the neighbor's window. Nothing is more important than savoring those few precious moments of darkness before the alarm goes off. Or in this case, the next hour and a half.