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The alarm clock is ringing

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    You fell asleep before one o'clock at night, right?  I woke up at four o'clock in the morning. After typing a few words, I was not in the mood to type, so I closed my eyes and wanted to think. I fell asleep without thinking about anything. When I woke up again at six in the morning, I was typing, closed my eyes, and had no thoughts.  I was in a daze, my feet were slightly cold, and the alarm clock was set to 7:20. There was the sound of a large car passing by outside. It was very noisy if I listened carefully. There seemed to be the sound of a cuckoo outside the window on the right, because the sound was cuckoo cuckoo, not alone.  Not lonely, lonely, um, not lonely.  When I yawned, my left cheek was slightly swollen, and the inner left side of my mouth near my throat was slightly swollen.  Yawn, save it first to avoid sudden battery loss or accidental deletion.  It¡¯s not easy to type over and over again. You¡¯ll forget this type of text even if you try it over again. What¡¯s the difference between yesterday and today?  Close your eyes.  Lying down.  Put the phone aside.  The alarm clock rang, but I still didn¡¯t type anything. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. When I woke up at 7:50, I saw a message that my colleague Xiao Chen wanted to switch shifts with me. When I return to my shift, it¡¯s all yours. I¡¯ve switched before.  pass.  I don¡¯t want to help with the shift today either.  I heard that a relative was visiting the living room. I set the alarm clock at 8:40 and prepared to go to bed. I was not in a good state of mind.  Close your eyes.  The female reader said that I am a pervert?  I said that I never said that I was not, I was a big pervert, a wolf who did not break the law, a lone wolf.  In fact, there is no chance to become a wolf. I don¡¯t have enough time and mood to type words. Adults are more suitable.  Strictly speaking, humans are also wolves, and humans can become many types.  The sound of chopping vegetables was heard.  oh!  By the way, the dogs on the second floor next door are no longer barking. They used to bark for a long time and were very noisy, and they could even bark for a long time. Now they have disappeared. They probably moved. After all, they will collapse in the long run.  There used to be a family who was selling dogs because they lived across the street from them. Those dogs barked all day long, especially at night.  The family's mental state has been affected for many years. The father drowned himself in the river, the mother was sad, the eldest son became extremely silent, and the second son was thin and unkempt.  At that time, there was no way to complain. Many people just swept the snow in front of their homes and didn't care about the frost on other people's tiles.  At that time, I could see in front of my eyes that they all lived on the second and third floors.  I live on the fifth floor and my parents live on the fourth floor.  Maybe we were all affected at that time, which is one of the reasons why I like silence very much!  The alarm clock rang.  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ Fainted!  !  Are all my readers here like this?  Reader: "I read your book because last year, I saw you on the list of rewards. I clicked on it and found out that you were an author. I was wondering if it was because your writing was not good that you were able to reward others.  I¡¯m just asking for rewards. Then I read yours with the mentality of reading rubbish, rubbish, and books, and then I found it very interesting.¡± Clarification: I liked writing words before the era of online literature, and later the above-mentioned readers also did so.  Became friends.  The first reader I saw on another website is i-wu: It can be written in such a way that it makes people confused, like looking at flowers in the fog, like a flower but not a flower. On the surface, it seems to be wrong, but there is something wrong in it.  It contains a strong poetic flavor. There is no one before or since, and only the dragon chants the moon. Being able to write articles that are poetic in chaos is also a skill!  The abbot said: Please accept my obeisance!  Ha ha!  Your writing is very unique!  "
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