The seat is endlessly rolling away from the desk.
There are many idiots in the rain.
There is never the correct amount of light.
There aren't enough words.
The desk stays clean for several days.
There are fewer people on the roads.
The air is always wet.
There isn't much for doing.
The lights are left off for weeks.
There is more time for sleep.
The time passes quickly and slowly.
There is nothing after all.

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