I wake up everyday for my 8am work calltime. It takes me 30 minutes to prepare, and around 25 minutes to go there. I'd arrive around 7:58, just in the nick of time. With sweat on my forehead, I wipe it with a satisfied feeling knowing I wasn't late. Everyday, this has been my routine. Always almost late for work, with no love life, and barely any human interaction. I go home, eat, and drown myself in the internet. I'm happy enough this way, enjoying this little universe I live in. But this one fateful morning, as I open my apartment door, there stood a cat - that wears glasses, while standing up, and happily said to me "congratulations!" By the way, my name's Clark. And my life I think, is about to get a little more than ordinary.
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