Ever lay away at night wondering who has that much free time one would need to try help those in need of student accommodation? What would such a person look like? Are they even real people? Or strange hunched mole-people? Or monkeys? Lots and lots of monkeys running some program that prevents gaffes like "...best of times, blurst of times...".
Why would these people have so much free time? Are they social outcasts? Has society shunned them? Do they live in clock towers, hands clutched at their hearts in a vain attempt to stem the cruel torture of an unrequited love? Do they even know the meaning of love? Are they loveless husks, merely repeating patterns established during a happier time, all the while begrudgingly counting the fleeting seconds of consciousness until time or unforeseen act permanently ends them?
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