Well, f*****s (quite literally, as chances are at least one of you is having sex just about now), I'm going to bed to see if I can scratch an hour of sleep or two. Let's see how long you take to wake me up and make me waste a precious Sunday as a sleep-deprived zombie with a headache, 'cause, you know, I'm not busy enough already.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.