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PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY THAT IT HURTS AT NIGHT AN APPARENTLY SCREAMING INTO YOUR PPILLOW AT 3AM IS THE ROMANTIC EQUIVALENT OB BEING HEARTBROKEN.BUT SOMETHIMES IT'S 9AM ON TUEDAY MORNING AND YOU'RE STANDING AT THE KITCHEN BENCH WAITING FOT THOSE TOAST TO POP UP.AND THE SMELL OF DUSTY SUNLIGHT AND EARLY TEA MAKES YOU MISS HIM SO MUCH. YOUDON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YOUR HANDS.