I turn my TV on and go to my favorite channel. Brooklyn nine-nine is on. Yes! I thought to myself. Finally, something good. I feel so tired. I've been thinking so much today. This sucks. I wasted so much precious energy.
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A knock.
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Another knock.
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Dammit. I open the door to see my neighbor.
"Hello. What can I do for you?" I ask, hopefully my irritation is not obvious.
"You really are back! Oh my goodness, Honey, get the camera!" She says with excitement.
"I'm sorry, what is happening?"
"Can I take a picture with you?"
"And why do you want a picture with me?" Please don't be a fanatic.
"You are The Reaper, right?"
"What?" WHY!!!!!!!? Haven't I gotten time to relax now?!
"It's just that, I've been a fan ever since you got an apartment here."
"You've been a fan ever since 4 years ago?"
"Yes, I was one of the first One-thousand fans!" She is visibly excited.
As she puts the camera into an angle that looks nice, for her, I think, How long has this been going on?
I smile. Awkwardly.
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How many pictures has she taken about now?
"Excuse me. Are you done yet?" I really want to get back to relaxing. This is too much energy wasted already.
"Oh, yes! I'm sorry. You should be very tired already, since you've served 3 people already. Oh yeah, make that 4! Hihi." She giggles like a fan girl.
She finally leaves me alone. Thank God! As I sit down and enjoy my show, I slowly fade into the dark of my mind and let myself fall into the deep abyss of darkness.
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DiversosI thought about doing a very interesting description on this book, but, I didn't care.
