The afternoon just floats away, drifts, just like that. Gone forever. Two days never go as quickly, as the days of the weekend.
All over now, big, fat cow.
The ratio of days that begin with S to all other days beginning with any letter in the week is the smallest day to fun ratio there is. True fact. So the feeling that S days go quicker is not imagined at all.
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