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Today I feel more strange than usual.
are in the newsroom but I did not really want to work.
'd rather go for a walk, waiting for the sun goes down permanently.
'd rather sit at a table with an equally anonymous anonymous Feltrinelli, reading some book-length investigation into the world of youth, perhaps written by someone that young people do not know where they're not even at home.
But I can not always complain of the days are too short, the sun sets, the cold, existential and physical pain, lack of sleep.
Perhaps my colleague Stella is right.
I just heard you say that we are all a little electric.
Perhaps we are prey to hormones.
Rather, we raise well maybe.
E 'futile hope of falling asleep and waking up in a different world?
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