Fumbling awkwardly with an orange, my hands fail me. It's been a long day. I'm stressed, I'm a little overwhelmed and I'm doing my best to at least properly nourish myself despite my mood. Although absent of daylight and free from harsh overhead florescent bulbs, my room is far from dark. Quite the contrary; a foot of snow three stories below my window reflects every straining glimmer
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