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It had been this way for so long that he didn’t notice. Everyday was exactly the same. Sure, maybe the dinner choices would occasionally change, but his life had basically become a skipping record. He’d rise in the morning, go off to his non-stimulating job to peddle the same things to the same people and discuss the same things with the same fellow employees. He’d return home dreading that he’d have to have the same problems with the same immature/imbecilic roommate, then fall asleep listening to the same Law and Order episode on the television in the background.

When he finally realized what had happened, he wanted to change it. He wanted to go to a job that offered him the chance to express himself. He wanted to talk to people that had something to offer. He wanted to live alone. He tried to think about ways to change these things.

Be fore he realized it, thinking about these things had become a part of his horrible repetitive life, and he still hadn’t changed a thing.