Guy got smart, and when he was smart, he was brave. He planned out every possible encounter, and how he should react. The only thing he didn't consider, is how insomnia would affect him. How many days has it been, 2, three?
19 hours, 28 minutes, 54 seconds. Guy could feel himself already counting the seconds. How bad would 19 more hours affect my brain, I've already done 38, he muttered, too loudly. "Guy, you haven't slept in 38 hours?", his professor question. Does it matter?, Guy retorted. "Your finals are next week, if you don't get sleep soon, you won't graduate."
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Short StorySoooo, anyways, I saw a tumblr post the other day with a great idea. It was having a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soul mate. I figured I might as well right my own take on it, just because I could. -sincerely - the guy...
