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I want to say something clever about my life being an endless series of reruns lately, but I don't know how to phrase it. My waking life is so... uniform. Nothing extraordinary, nothing exceptional.
Even my dreams are stale. They scare me to death, but that itself is getting repetetive. The same irrational paranoia every night before I fall asleep to wake up three or four times.
Show me something new; I'll have a heart attack and thank you.
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