The Meeting
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The day began like any another with the cursed din of the punctual alarm clock. The indescribable beeping of the alarm echoed inside his head and it took some time to register that he had left his dream world. The warm feel of the blankets left him with little incentive to rise. He knew that this warm feel was impossible to replicate. This was the low point of the day. O the daily curse of life, he thought. He knew he would get up, he always did. He fought this psychological battle every morning. Today, he earned his most hard fought victory yet. He wanted to stay in bed, to rebel against the establishment but he never did...