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Why I hate Mornings:
Well, when I was waiting for the bus today, I was standing there, minding my own bussiness, half asleep like always. The bus came around the corner, so I got my stuff ready... But the bus didn't stop, and it slowed down a little...than sped off. As I watched it go off, I looked at the guy next to me, when we both sprinbted at full speed after the bus... This went on for about a mile, when it came to someone else's stop... it stopped, picked the person up, and when we were about 30 feet away from it, screaming as loud as we could...it sped off once again..so we ran after it another mile..or somewhere around that equivalnt, when it stopped for the last stop for next 20 minutes ( when on the bus) and as we should have been..we were only running off of adrenaline, when we got really close, the bus startd up again, but someone on the bus saw us, and got the bus to stop, and we finally got on.
For the rest of the day, I tasted blood (still do), having a hard time caughing, and my legs were DEAD, all of this happened within about 10 minutes.
Needless to say, it was a really bad morning....
I hate mornings...
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