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Monday, the Exception That Dare Not Speak its Name

Today, the fabric of time itself seems to have developed a void. A day so utterly, mind-bogglingly dull, it defies the very concept of time. No, really, it's like someone just turned off the lights, and the world is just... waiting.

And so, the question remains: what happens next? Will the void fill with the usual Monday routine, or will it just... just stay a void? Only time will tell, I suppose.

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