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The world is spinning damn fast. So fast that today is yesterday before we know it. The words just gushed out of his mouth like soap bubbles from a washing machine's drain. He sounds so vague, she thought. For her every day was like an eternity. It just stuck there like an ant trapped in superglue. Nothing changed in her life. So what is this guy talking about. Which planet is he from? Hard to believe that we are stuck within the same four walls. Now he was yapping about how close the generation gap is in China. Damn, stupid guy, we are all guided by hormones. If I want to mate I won't wait for the world to stop spinning or the generation gap to widen. I will still resort to the primitive instincts my great great predecessors deployed before they evolved in to us. By the way it's the same instinct that got him in my room in the first place. 

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