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... e sun burned on the skin, birds chirped like they were mocking the lazy, and Al’s biological clock—as usual—forced him to wake up... in total misery.
It was Monday.
The cursed day for anyone who worships long sleep.
The day that follows Sunday feels like time itself has committed betrayal.
Al slowly opened his eyes. His body still ached from the "night of judgment" he had just endured. He lazily got out of bed in the small building they called his "room"—if a room ...
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