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Wow, I skipped 2 days this time. On the plus side, I always make them up. Will you forgive me, Lale?

fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghis head whipped up off of the keyboard. Mr. Larret just looked at him.
"What's up, boss?"
"I need you to get back to work. Tomorrow, get a full night's rest, okay? We can't deal with this again."
"Alright, I'm sorry." His cheek stung in the pattern of his keyboard. He could feel the homerow pressed into his cheekbone. He could probably type on his face.
He tried to stay awake. His heart slowed, so he bounced his legs and squeezed his toes, trying to keep blood circulating. His mind blanked, so he sang a song to keep his mind occupied. His breathing stopped, so he hyperventilated to keep his lungs full. His eyes unfocused and he trie to aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa;akkkkkkkkk his fingers stuck to the keyboard. He shook his head and huffed four times and opened his eyes as wide as they would go.
hjgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggjjhis head whipped up off of the keyboard.