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6 a.m. The clock is ringing... cloudy day outside. A dark bedroom where sun rarely gets a chance to go in, the clock is still ringing, it's getting anoying, STOP IT!!! Finnaly, the man woke up and stopped the clock... As ussualy he gets up, and he's thinking that he has to do the same shit as yesterday, he desperatly needs a breake, but he doesn't admitt it. Anyway, 6.30, he has to leave. 'Nothing new, same boring work everyday till night, and the next day i'll only repeat what I've done yesterday.' He sillently kissed hid beautifull sleeping wife and he goes. 'Hello rutine!' these are the words that he has in mind every day when he leaves, and somehow, this is normal, because everything is just repeating again and again, over and over, and so on... The clock is not ticking and it stopped at 7.18. It has been like that for... uhm, I don't reme
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