Tritorian

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I remember telling my mom that I wasn’t asleep, that I was preparing myself for the day to come. Those ten extra, precious minutes that I took, thinking that it would help me cope with the dreadful first day of the week known simply as Monday. Little did I know, an extra hour wouldn’t have helped me cope with what I was about to experience . . . . I remember the day perfectly, seeing as how it was only two years ago today that my life changed. That I truly realized the evils the world had in store for the unsuspecting people of the land.

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