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Snoozewalking
Sleepy day. Too pleasantly warm and too long 'til a vacation; nobody can stay awake. Between classes, I napped under the stairs of the economics building; the ground was thick with us, the escapees of the system. Warde's bone marrow no longer functions; he's tired too. Although he's my favorite professor, I cannot be upset, because today is a dream. Small woodland creatures collect at my feet. . . Squirrels have sneezed on me. . . Birds have flown into my hands.