Ok. Do you ever get home maybe half an hour before dawn, and tumble into bed, only to awakened by those little happy singing buggers at dawn? It's all very well for them--they got plenty of sleep--but you, on the other hand, just hit the bedsheets, and are in need of a few hours. The drapes are drawn, no horribly bright sunlight sneaks into your room, but you can hear those happy little voices? It makes me wish I had a gun.
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