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/Time passed.../
For the remainder of the day, Dale attended to the rest of his daily goals before returning to his room and writing the rest of his 'Event'.
By the time he hit his bed to log off, he felt himself on the verge of passing out.
"Huff…"
'I feel as if I worked an entire week in a day… Not entirely wrong though…'
'I did try to push forward an entire week's worth of events in a day by talking with the right people at the right time...'
'Even then, there's so much more left for me to resolve…'
'It's overwhelming, but fulfilling too.'
/Poof.../
He reached for his bed, tired and sore, his hair still somewhat wet from his shower.
The pillow underneath his head was still the same old, somewhat hard pillow, but today, it seemed somewhat soft.