it's 7am and you wake up to the feeling of something swatting at your knees. you open your eyes to see byan sitting on the end of your bed, hand raised to go in for another smack. "oh good, you're awake," they say, like they aren't the one who caused that. like it's normal for them to be in your home. "you're outta bread. and orange juice. how's a guy supposed to get any breakfast around here???"
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getting up and starting the day is so hard for a boy who couldnt sleep and is so so tired
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on the way home now. i am a man with new comic books and i am so, so sleepy
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man im almost back, but i have to wait for like an hour and a half for my bus cause im just gonna miss the previous one and i have some shit i gotta do in the city before i can go home
kill me
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sitting in the warm sun feeling the breeze on my skin is so healing
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