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Days are longer nights are over, shall he quit before he can´t control it? - wondered sadboy in his mind. There are certain kind of special people walking among them, maybe sitting by their side on the bus, they look like someone you don´t trust, knowing them is what they must. Creeping and moaning on their bed, sadgirl had spent most of the day. She is thinking of something clever to say. Now they know there is no more time to play.