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Freedom

I thought I had it. I thought for sure I'd finally achieved my goal of freedom. I turned eighteen, I graduated from high school, and I moved out of the house.

At last! I can stay up as late as I want! Watch whatever television shows I want, when I want! I can live on Hostess Twinkees and Ramen Noodles! And if I don't want to make my bed...I don't have to!

Ah, freedom!

But no matter how free I think I am, Monday morning still comes every week...

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