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You hear your clock , that sounds like all four riders of the apocalypse. You rub your eyes and sit on your bed. Your hand mechanically picks up your phone, that is laying on the beds counter. 7:02 AM. You groan with frustration. You feel like crap but this college is ruthless. Slowly, as you are still sleepy, you stand up, in quest for the toilet. In the hallway there is a mirror. You like this mirror, it's souvenir from your aunt that lives in Europe. You look in it...