magicthey spoke. they stretched. so unbelievable hot. the fan was buzzing. holding my breath. can't sleep. ways to paradise. torment. the alarm goes of and I get up. cockroaches scatter. dripping sink. everything is either moist or wet. I see faces when I close my eyes. so much I still don't understand.
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