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epitome of incomprehensibility
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I'm free, I'm free like a bird. Except not like a bird, because I can't fly, I have to walk, and now I have a literal blisters on my heels.
To clarify: I'm finished work, so cue hour-long walks to libraries and back and then shopping downtown and then being dissatisfied with malls and then finding refuge in Paragraphe bookstore and reading for four hours standing up (new fiction, then sci-fi, then classics, then graphic novels) before buying $90 worth of stuff (hey, hey, I'm buying local, it wasn't Chapters/Indigo) and then going to the metro dehydrated because bookstores are dry and I hadn't drunk anything since lunch, and then buying not only orange juice but also a bunch of random snacks at the depanneur.
Random snacks and my voice was cracking. My legs were trembly with exertion. The cashier must've thought I was high.
Just overdoing it, which leads to run-on sentences. But I'm free for two weeks! And I'm done buying presents!
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