Really the phrase didn't apply to him, for he wasn't too old for it at all. He was too young for this shit. The research, the definitions, there were no more unanswered questions anymore. Everything bad has been done and learned from and passed down, and there was no reason for him to be making the same mistakes. He had no excuses.
But still he thought it. Arms crossed, legs crossed, fully clothed save for shoes, somehow placed neatly at his bedroom door. The light was on, the lamp was on. It wasn't until he attempted actual movement some minutes later that he realized just how fine he felt. As if it were just another day, and it had been just another night.
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