Close your eyes.
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GRANDPA!!
Join me for a morning run.
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Bye.
no thanks i have school ![]()
its going to rain
going to rain? sian
it rained
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so tired
night ![]()
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Bb
bb
so sleepy
sleep.
slept
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........![]()
so bored
Go and read something.
im reading what you type ![]()
The regular early morning yell of horror was the sound of Arthur Dent waking up and suddenly remembering where he was.
It wasn't just that the cave was cold, it wasn't just that it was damp
and smelly. It was the fact that the cave was in the middle of
Islington and there wasn't a bus due for two million years.
Time is the worst place, so to speak, to get lost in, as Arthur Dent
could testify, having been lost in both time and space a good deal. At
least being lost in space kept you busy.
He was stranded in prehistoric Earth as the result of a complex
sequence of events which had involved him being alternately blown up
and insulted in more bizarre regions of the Galaxy than he ever dreamt
existed, and though his life had now turned very, very, very quiet, he
was still feeling jumpy.
He hadn't been blown up now for five years.
Since he had hardly seen anyone since he and Ford Prefect had parted
company four years previously, he hadn't been insulted in all that time
either.
Except just once.
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Just a snippet from the Hitchhiker Guide.
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i can feel your life ![]()