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A nice girl and I are on vacation at some funky ruins and we want our photograph taken. Since we have no camera we let a total stranger take the picture and gather no contact information on the fella. He obligingly hands me the camera upon inquiry so I could look at the picture, but the camera is left in album mode and I have to scroll through all the shit he's got in there. Basically, he'd documented the entire trip throughout the ruins – you could tell because slideshow looked like a movie - but when he reached the part of the ruins where we were seated, his movie ended abruptly and switched to six thousand photographs of the guy posing in front of his oranges. Yes.
Naturally, this took a while for me realize - roughly the time it takes to fast forward through six thousand identical photos - as you'd expect him to walk into an orange store, just snap a couple and continue his ruin run, but no. During this time, our ruins morph into a bar, this in turn morphs into a DVD store. There I meet my personal tutor, and he brought me three DVDs, all alternate versions of famous - non-existent - films. I hand them to my friend while I chase him into the office to say hi, but he's long gone. However, this chase must've taken a long time since when I return, my friend had started to separate the discs from the covers and put them into their dedicated shelf in the store. Obviously, this is quite infuriating, as if I didn't own them I wouldn't have the disc inside the cover already. I mean, taking a disc out of a cover is a magical one-way operation that can only be undone by a trained professional.
This is when I realize it's twelve o'clock and my surroundings have again taken the form of a bar, unfortunately, twelve is when I snooze so the rest just me hugging a pillow, or equivalently, killing pink, fluffy teddy bears.
purposely omitting hot fairy dream
