He's Like A Detuned Radio

It poured today. Hard. Though through it all there was the slight glint of light. Forever expanded upon it remained a mystery. It's not that I'd rather be anywhere else, it's that there's one place I'd much rather be. In fact, this isn't nearly as bad as the other million places I could be stuck. The backstory to a life is not something that can be condensed down to a thirty second prologue perhaps the feature screening tomorrow will allow it to be expressed.

This reads like the C paper of a grade eight student. Unfortunately, it's the best that I can come up with on short notice.

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