Boredom strikes again in the bedroom of Becky, she sits on her bed looking blankly in the screen typing this messege whilst parents are running away from two killer dogs! Every now and again she looks up at the broken clock on her wall, knowing that the hands will not have moved but secretly expecting them to actually be telling the right time. The room seems empty without the rythmic ticking that used to eminate from the clock but now the time is frozen on it's face, but what was she doing when time stopped in her room? does it mean in some para dimension another Becky is frozen in a freeze frame of immorality which she is partacking in? does she know?
I am just so bored! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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