The honest day

An honest days work, perhaps, the ten of us in the basement folding boxes and stuffing a book in each, and at one point, when I still had the energy, I noticed how all of us were trying to be the hardest working. Including me, though I did try to be less productive whenever I caught myself trying to be quicker.

Stationary rent
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Induced coma
I think Marx died through all of my reading time today, though, by the end of my reading...