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Coughing and weezing out a puke green peice of phlegm onto the floor and then kicking it with my shoe so as not to offend the pople that will soon be getting on the elevator. This is how my day started this is how my day will finish. This is not how my life started and this is not how my life will finish. This is just a moment caught up in a day surrounded by other moments that seem to today to want to all float around and meet up with each other at the end and shake hands in some sort of weird wasteful way.
