Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy...too many mind. No mind.
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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