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- Fiction > RomanceIsabelle 8:30 again. I hate 8:30, yet I love 8:30. 8:30 brings night. Sometimes, I wish night didn’t exist. If it didn’t exist, neither would that lonely feeling. Hell, who am I kidding? It never goes away. I hate this feeling, just an empty feeling. I don’t want to do anything. All I do i...