May my weary age find out the peaceful hermitage

His books are heavy, long and dull. The weekend won’t be his at all. So he closes his eyes and hopes that time will be kind to him as a friend.

“I know that one hour can seem like nine,” he says with a yawn. “Can you do that for me, between four and five?”

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