Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Self-Checkout aisles are like wheelchair ramps for introverts.
Yeah, it's that useless dark time of morning when you can't even swish off to your bedroom in a debonair manner saying " Ah, sunrise, the perfect ending to a lovely evening"
It's just like college. Forever.
Those early ones certainly do sucketh don't they.
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