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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 7:32 pm
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(Time Skip)
Sitting on the sofa, Robert sighed as he reached for the random book he had left on the coffee table. It was that book of poetry he had read the other day. He didn't particularly care to read any poetry at the moment, so he placed the book back where it was resting. Robert was not ready to go to bed and he was feeling too lazy to get another book. Yuki was probably asleep in his room, so yelling for him was not an option. Groaning, he stood up from the couch and walked over to the bookshelf next to the television. Grabbing a random book, the man trudged off to bed, deciding to read until he felt sleepy.
In his room, Robert crawled underneath his bed covers, opening the book to see it was an anthology of short stories and essays from the age of Romanticism. As much as he enjoyed the subject, it wasn't long before he felt drowsy. Placing the book on the bedside table, he lied down, drifting off to sleep.
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