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9:00 a.m. The first thing I see as I open my eyes from a long peaceful sleep is my bedroom’s white ceiling. A kin to the speed of a snail, I get out of my bed and begin to get dressed for the day. After throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts I make my way to the bathroom. Once I’m inside I nonchalantly brush my teeth, put in my contacts, and comb my hair.
9:30 a.m. As I make my way up the stairs I can smell a variety of sweet and inviting smells. Laid on the table I spot pancakes, bacon, sausage, toast, donuts, and waffles. Both my immediate family as well as my cousins were there. After everyone eats their fill my relatives say goodbye and head home.
10:00 a.m. Once everyone has left and the leftovers have been disposed of I call a few

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