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    Daylight tediously began it's forward rise upon the night once more while the beings who had lived underneath such warmth began to rise ever so slightly up and onto thier feet once more, moving about in slumber-shaken conciousness whilst still preparing for the day ahead all the while. It was, or rather, was around Seven o' Clock from as far as anyone could tell from a passing glace at this point in their wakening. What's that you say? Oh, you're probably wondering, 'Wait, seven what?' What I mean to say, by this, is that it is in the morning right now if such wasn't made apparent by my earlier wakening statment. I hope such errors happen less in the future as I tell this tale; for such would be either something of extreme humor or more likely, of greater irritation towords myself for alowing such foolish things to pass. Though, as I was saying before I became ensnared once more while writing these things, such routine actions bored most to the point of aggrevation or even pure idiocy, which wouldn't surprise you if you actually met most of the citizens of Trenton Heights. This is the name of our stage, the working artwork for which my tale shall be weaved. But be warned, this is of truth and beyond that, of such knowledge that should not be known by many beyond usage in the prevention of such foolish mistakes for our own protection for later dates. This is a story which shall leave most wondering and, on the other end of the spectrum, slightly disturbed as to why such things would pass without knowledge of it themselves. I don't tell you this because I want to, not because I'm being paid, bribed or threatened to do such by some other being. I tell you these things because, as one who has gone through such, I feel that I have to do it...for if I don't, then who will? The words on these pages may offend some to a point where you may not wish to read on further, and I find this perfectly normal in a reaction other than slightly dissapointing, for I worked tediously to fill my thoughts and history onto paper. But, to each his own, as they say. So without further adeu, I give you my story, of how a simple reaction turned into something which most would consider a complete and utter disaster...