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[hannibal aloysius jones]

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WITH . EVERY . STEP . IT . TAKES

SOMETHING INSIDE ME BREAKS
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Han hated his body-clock, it was set at five am. Five years of bugle blowing wake up calls really messes with someone. Without fail he would be wide awake at five without the need of any alarm clock. He would love a sleep in once in a while if his body would just allow it. The only way he found to get passed his body-clock was sleeping pills, but he hated taking them. There had to be something in them that just made him feel empty and hollow and he felt that enough while awake. So like every other day of the week he had gotten up at five. What he did after that varied. Today he had eaten a quick breakfast and ran the distance to the school. He arrived at the school so early that he had to request a janitor to let him into the schools swimming pool.

He hadn't been a big swimmer back home. He knew how and was fine enough at it, he just wasn't interested in competition. Plus it was an exercise that was light impact on his shoulder. There was no one around so he liked the peace of being alone in the pool. He swam until he got bored. He showered and dressed. His hair was still wet. He would allow the air to dry it. The swimming had built up an appetite. He headed in the direction of the schools Cafeteria.

A few corners later he was at the cafeteria. Using his shoulder Han pushed open the door to the cafeteria and made for the vending machines. He rounded on the drinks machine first, slipped in a handful of coins and hit the button for a can of diet cola. He liked the taste better. Han fished the can out after he heard it roll down the machine and hit the bottom. He had fluids now all he needed was salts and the only place to get salts was at the vending machine next to this one. Han juggled the chilled can from one hand to the other as he moved over to the snack machine. He threw in his coinage and got a green coloured bag of crsps. He wasn't sure what flavour they were as he couldn’t make out its name. He guessed it would be like chicken or something. . After he retrieved the bag he turned around and almost walked directly into someone who was standing right behind him. “Pardon,” he muttered as he got his bearings.

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HANG MYSELF BY A ROPE OF WORDS WHETHER OR NOT IT HURTS
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hannibal jones is sporting this. those lyrics are by arid. hannibal is tagging anyone.
the count is over four hundred. anyway nothing else to add.
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