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      The day started with Julius waking up, just as the sun turns the sky gray, for his usual run. As he walks down the hall, Julius hears the muffled whoosh of fans from his neighbors apartment even though its dawn. Running has always helped him get over a restless nights sleep. There is something cleansing about sweat.
     Once home, Julius lays on the cool concrete floor. Even though he's on the third floor, he removed the stained carpet, concrete is easier to clean. He doesn't have to work today. Mom gave him the day off. He hadn't had a day off in months. He wasn't really sure what to do. His stomach grumbled a bit. With nothing in the fridge, Julius strolled down to Casa D' Waffles. He missed his normal place, seated at the counter with a cup of coffee and eggs fried over medium on buttered white toast. All he had eaten for three months was chicken beat paper thin so it seemed like more food than it actually was.
     Mulling over his cup of coffee, Julius tried planning out his day. He couldn't help himself, he never had empty time. He figured that he could at least watch some t.v. There was bound to be something on, and if not a couple of beers would numb the boredom.