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Box 34: Is This Real?

Not felt, the clock has shown at 2 am. But my eyes still refused. The head continued to struggle with the problem, so I decided to get up again. Something that irritates me is; waking up in this hour of responsibility always makes the stomach rumble. People say eating early in the morning is not healthy, so I decided to just drink.

After sipping a glass of water, I went back to lying on the bed and tuning out classical music. I thought this way failed. Drowsiness still does not want to show themselves. Oh yeah, I remember having sleeping pills I bought last year. It may not have expired, but I decided to empty my mind and do some light meditation. Instead of being afraid of poisoning, I just didn't want to get addicted and become dependent.

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When I woke up, my body felt very strange. My hands could not even be moved, so it made me panic and run around, like a possessed person. I thought my hand was broken, but after a few minutes, fortunately the two moved again.

Thankfully, it was just an ordinary tingling sensation really a stressful morning. Being able to sleep is a relief, but at the same time it is also scary. Sometimes, I'm afraid I can't get up again, or something happens while I'm sleeping. Hm, meditation seems like a powerful move. But preferably, the sleeping position should also be considered.

Write it well in your diary!

My elbow was still a little sore because of the tingling this morning. It makes me feel uncomfortable to play games. But it might not last long, so I decided to turn on the computer.

While making coffee, I looked at the bathroom for a while. I think that's a bad idea. Yesterday I had a shower, so just skip today. Just in case, I kissed myself.

Hm, no problem!

I nodded my head. A little smelly indeed. But it's still pretty safe, because the flies haven't died when they're attached to my body. No problemo, goats alone still good, even though the smell is amit-amit.

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When I got back, I saw the computer was on. Unfortunately, my elbow is still grieving. I had to just open social media so that the burden he received was not too heavy.

One of the first nongol there was a friend request and notification of the online buying and selling group I followed.

I don't really care about the friendship of cyberspace, so I just ignore all that. Unfortunately, I got the wrong kicker and even got into that group of jokes. Want how else my elbow is still stiff, so do not need to be too much angry.

I wonder, so many people sell Siomay HP. But even more surprising is; the comments of people are very irrational. They're really very funny. I think as a kid these guys used to pee in their neighbor's pants, so their shamed veins were as thin as paper.

In the description alone The Seller has written BU, why there is still ngeyel **. Yes if you are still both mobile. This one is the manufacturer's standard vapor and helmet.

All in all************* former, or wet dressings!

Even so silly, I asked myself.

Where am I actually? Why would anyone sell birds at the stall and buy a cell phone?

I don't think I'd be surprised if anyone auctioned tuyul, or broke into the jenglot in this group.

That's why, I always call this group a joke. Even if it was just for a moment, I was already very satisfied. Satisfied with holding back the wrath and the desire to burn the world.

A very stupid day!

My hands are even ready on the log out button. But something made me undo that intention. Someone is sending a message. Taking a breath, I paled my intention to come out.

I tried to prepare myself, just in case the contents of the message pinched my heart. It's immune to getting maki's caci. My endurance was already as strong as iron, however, something different happened.

From the name alone, I knew we weren't following each other. The photo, too, looks like it's asking to be taken. 'ReliefRelief.'

Should I start standing and cursing? What a great day!

^^^“Remove everything on your computer right now!”^^^

All right, enough with this shitty “i” resolution.

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The message was written at four in the morning. That means, just a few hours before I fall asleep again. I don't know what he really meant by writing this. But clearly he is Gilang, not wrong anymore.

Some photos of his youth are displayed in his old profile photo collection and also in the gallery. The pose was completely ridiculous, just like a sissy. If I were, I would be so ashamed that I would commit suicide.

Wait a minute, why is it still ending?

What ever!

A new information, it turns out Gilang is the son of alay. Later if I come here, I will make this as a guest post. But by the way, until the day changed even evening, the Swamp Lizard did not reveal the trunk of his nose. It made me feel suspicious about the message.

I tried to call him back. The account can no longer be contacted. All of the photos and information that was recorded vanished. There is a padlock sign and an indication that the account has been deleted. In fact, the message he sent was lost as if swallowed by the earth.

Did something happen?

I'm really starting to feel anxious.

Yesterday, he just brought a video that I thought was just a prank. With a happy face he said, 'that is important proof.’ It made me look at it again.

Unfortunately, it's too hard for my brain to contain just DOTB and Mobilentut. Even so, I just want to go to the Redbox site and explore to the Anwar box which is now used as a betting box.

Without any preparation, I started writing down the answers like a caper boy being questioned by a beautiful teacher. There is no doubt that all the answers are wrong. There was one last chance, before Redbox blocked my account, along with my ip address, and didn't let me make an answer, until the next twenty-four hours. But at the last chance a miracle happened.

...“Congratulations!”...

The screen suddenly flickered and revealed the writing.

I was flabbergasted, gawking in disbelief. The forum was suddenly crowded with envious comments. Lips feel stiff, do not want to stop smiling. The previously clear view was suddenly blurred.

I wanted to scream out loud, but it definitely got me a reprimand from those annoying neighbors. The sound of the keyboard and mouse clashing still continues to knock.

I checked the box again. I pinched my cheek every time I saw the sign. How many times he looked, still his status was solved. That means, I actually just won 5,213 USD.

Is this real?

I still can't believe they called and asked for my account number. Both of my hands, in fact, were shaking. Legs jump merrily, can't stay in the lap. Without a sense of hesitation, quiz the data themselves and everything they need, as usual when just breaking a box.

Maybe this is the biggest achievement of my life.

While standing, continue quizming the columns until they are full.

Who cares about personal information. All my life, I never felt like I was winning something, but it feels like today it's over. I won a betting box, a box that every day was made into a bet on less-worked creatures.

Could this be what people say, the fall of durian with his wagon?

I’m sorry, forget like that ngawur!