Turning, turning--in this square foot of space alotted to me by Royal Air Maroc.
I suppose I could read until dawn (or at least the dawn made arbitrary and fabricated by the bringing of the breakfast trays) and though I have been sleep deprived for the past three months, I shudder at the prospect of replacing a rich Moroccan experience with drowsiness.
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Stop reading a get some sleep. Books kill people.
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