Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
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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