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Fridays

Fridays

Unlike Garfield, I hate Fridays.
Fridays forget to invite you to social events. 
Fridays tell you it’s the end of the working week and you have achieved nothing.
Fridays make you feel lonely in a room full of people.
Friday is a day people do everything, while you do nothing.
While others thank god for Friday, I beg for Monday.

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