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Feeling Empty After Lunch

I hate everything that happens after lunch. The last cling and clang of a fork against a plate. This clinging and clanging of a day ending. After lunch everyone I know tucks themselves into bed and here I sit. I sit in a dark and empty livingroom just hoping that tonight is the night I meet someone else that lives a nocternal life. Someone to hang out with in \"my\" afternoons. someone to sit and talk with until the sun comes up and dinner is served.