𝓜𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓰𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭. I let out a soft sigh as I flopped onto the bed. Too tired to move, my eyes give in to the heavy weight and began to close. Slowly drifting off to sleep to have 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 this week.
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