Will you try to think of a really big number?
You begin to think of a really, really small number. Cursing, you realize that this is not what you set out to do. Wishing attended kollege longer than those three daes, you try counting up. Reaching somewhere around 42, the time crow has finally arrived.
"Ah," you state. "4 hours already, what?"
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