It's about 6.30 when my will gave in to my restlessness. Quickly, I kept the scattered stationery, and stuffed the still-shutting-down laptop into the bag, slung my bag over my shoulder, and left. It's something i've done many times, the process of packing up and leave, yet every time it still gives me a tinge of joy that a day has come to an end.
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