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It starts like any other day, you wake up, have some breakfast and write a bit before heading to work. You don't know what it is but something just feels right. You turn on the radio and when you do you hear the strumming of angel harps, better known as The Final Countdown. You open your door and a bee flies around your face and by instinct you don't swat it, but you fucking PUNCH it, and you let yourself relish in the badassness of the moment because guess what you're early for work! You can stop by the cafeteria and it's amazing, due to a mishap chicken wing wendsday has moved to Thursday and it's as if god decided to give you a extra bit of powdered sugar on your funnel cake called life. Not to mention creepy lunch lady checked out your ass which gives you a day of lawls. This is the day the prophets spoke of. This is the day you fucking win.

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