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one more week Seven thirty in the morning. By this time next week, I'll be thousands of miles in the air somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. I can hardly wait. All that I have to do is make it through one more week of work and then I'm gone. ... Early this morning I made my way to the east side of town for the last time. I was going there to hand in my final exam. Once I got there walking on campus felt more odd than usual. It seemed dead. As far as I could tell there was no one around, but this was probably due to the fact that this is I believe finals week. Unfortunately handing in my exam was about the most productive thing that I did all day. A few hours after I got home, a thunderstorm rolled over my house and put me to sleep. I never got back any of the energy that I had had in the morning.
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