“Those who live lives without nonsense… inevitably fill it with sense. I have always noted, that those lives lived with sense… in the end, really make the least sense of all.” I than ate my notes, (although I had made two copies… little does he know) and we went on our separate ways home. When I got home, I made sure to smile… I threw out all my left socks so I would be forced to never have any that matched, and I turned off all the lights and acknowledged the night, and accepted it would soon be day. I crawled into bed, and the last fleeting thought to cross my mind was… I wonder what mission we will go on tomorrow.
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