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The story
It was an early morning and all the suns rays apeared to be focused on window, his head still resting on his pillow and eyes sore from staying up all night. he hated mornings and dreaded the feeling of every sound that shuffled through his thin walls of his apartment building, the only real advantage of his place was being ten stories in the air. As he was geting ready for work all the sounds of a busy city rang through his open window which flapped n the high breeze. Jack never minded the wind since he was a big dreamer, he always pretended to fly when he was a kid and even now his dreams were full of desires to have wings and swore. but like every day he lived in the real world and obayed the law of the hated gravity. (to be continued.)
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