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Title: What's the point?

by Adam from Suffolk | in writing, fiction

Groaning in the secluded midst of my duvet covers, I hinged my eyes open. Peering to the only clock in my room, 'Whatever, Only 7' I murmured, shunting that conceited clock onto the floor. 'No point waking up yet, no point...'

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