Summer’s almost over and the virtual awaits ------------------------------------------------------------
Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state where successive modes of pleasure were the order of the day. Now fall commands awakening - drive simplicity away! The hounds of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play. They cry “forget unscheduled hours that owned no share of care - the virtual halls are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.” No apotropaic magic can delay my slated fate - to pixelated halls of learning I must soon acclimate.
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