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Under my much too small umbrella, I'm on my way to work. With not many lungfillings from my sigarette left! It's raining, I guess you've figured. When I reach to the door, I can see that it's locked, and no one else is around. It has been raining hard, and non-stop for weeks now, maybe that's why I didn't realize it was Saturday...
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I was suddenly awaken by the backside five-0, reflecting in my eyes, on it's way out the door! And all I could think of, was to get my morning ritual done: Wash my hair in the sink, and get some clothes on... Next up is usually to make some coffee, and I mean: What's up with that? That is everyone's ritual I think... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------