Single digits left on the calendar. To be precise I have 9 days left in this torture device. I have been going back home late and tired. Plus with fatigue and famished, my clothes reeks of dead human souls. Mine. The only thing to do is like always, suck it up and be a man. 9 days damnit. 9 days. 9 frickin days. My hands might suffer, but my brain is still inside my skull.
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