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A Story About Not a Thing Happening |
| Once upon a someone in bed, the sun rose, the someone didn't get out of bed The sun continued to rise shining on the land below and the someone still didn't get out of bed. The wind blew slightly rustling through the plants and the someone was still asleep. Then the sun began to set, it got slightly cooler, the someone was still asleep The sun set, the night fell, the stars came out and all the world became dark, and that someone was still in deep sleep, I don't think they ever wake up |