I just slept almost fifteen hours. I didn't think I was physiologically capable of sleeping fifteen hours anymore. I dreamed about grad school, my cousins, and briefly Sherlock Holmes. I assume it was catch-up not just from the marathon but from the previous week of niece-care; I'm sure it was very good for me. I'm just not sure what to do about the fact that I had plans for the day and none of them involved waking up in time for dinner.
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- 1: There's no kind of atmosphere
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- 3: How about I create a mess and then solve the mess and then I'll be a hero
- 4: I'll ring twice, like the postman always does
- 5: Never tasted anything like you before
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