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Supremely bad mood. Texted Wei Chuen about the fine. Ended text with, "Hope the day doesn't get worse." Day officially got worse. Raining at NUS. No tennis. And was looking forward to whacking the bad mood away. I hate this SO much, it's incomprehensible. I hate it. I hate that I have to do it. I hate that I can't not do it. I hate it. I hope the day doesn't get any worse. I really hope it doesn't get any worse.
before sunrise // before sunset
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