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The students here get out a full week because everyone here hunts. Don't ask me why that's reason to miss school.. but.. yeah.
And I'm really getting sick of not being able to sleep.
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
-- W. B. Yeats
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