| It's almost three fifteen and there are people arguing outside my door in spanish. They've been at it for an hour now, and I don't think they intend to stop. A pox on them.
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| Not blue, not green, not aquamarine. You know what I'm talking about.
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| My program done before the weekend? Can it be? Yes, it's a miracle.
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| I need sleep. I'm tired. I have to get up in the morning. I have stuff to do tomorrow. I would like to not be awake any longer. The lights are off. It's dark out. It's nighttime. Everyone else is asleep. But I am awake, and apparently there's nothing I can do about it.
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