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The Night Is No Time To Write

So I’m sitting here about to go to sleep and I really have some things to say. I just know they’ll be really, really crappy if I type them out now, so instead I’m typing out something even crappier. That makes no sense, I know. So, here’s a picture that makes me happy. Until tomorrow…

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