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Tonight won't end until dawn says so

Last night he gave up, overwhelmed by sleep. He fought for a while against the weight of his eyelids. Then he remembered his friends' advice. Why do you care? Tomorrow always comes. He's not that sure, chromosomal skeptic. But he concedes that at the end they've always been right. Anyway today you've got no excuse. You've slept enough, you don't have to work, tonight won't end until dawn says so. What's the point? You might be thinking. The point? Well...why? He replies with surprise. Tomorrow, as you say, will probably come. But the day after that...well...how do I know?

Image "Dancing 'til dawn" by Marianne Millar, from Allposters.com

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