This morning's downpour could very well be described as a typhoon (well maybe not).
Such was the turbulent wind that dishevelled my hair to the extent that it looked like a fashion misstatement of some sort.
Constantly trying to keep the papers from flying away, constantly assaulted by the pelting raindrops that got carried along with the gusts of wind; it wasn't exactly a cake walk, I would say.
One would've never thought that a two hour job would exhaust him so much.
O' Lord, have you mercy on my frail body... liberate me from thy shackles of slavery!!!
Two more days and I won't ever get to see that divine visage of hers again.
SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
(It always happens =_=)
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So much undone work left.
