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December 16, 2010
Sirens. Blaring in my head. Are they getting closer or further away? Or is it just the breath whistling through my windpipes?
Oh, it's stopped. Maybe I was just imagining it. I'm going mad, trapped in this house all day long. Breathing stale air, greasy pre-packaged oxygen. I miss it. I will be up and about tomorrow, whether I like it or not; it's the last day of term. I can't miss it. Who knows what will happen?
Sad, isn't it, the way we enter these important points in life with the greatest expectation. Nothing ever happens.