Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. Not a soul to talk to. Boredom and loneliness and escapism creeping into every inch of his life, taking over, distorting the reality around him like ripples in water. What was real? What had truly been said to him, and what did he just wish had Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines. Not a soul to talk to. Boredom and loneliness and escapism creeping into every inch of his life, taking over, distorting the reality around him like ripples in water. What was real? What had truly been said to him, and what did he just wish had
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