When I was just a kid I used to go to bed super early. Sometimes, after I blew out the candle, my eyes would close almost immediately, and then maybe a half hour later I'd wake up thinking it was time to go to sleep, and I'd try to put down the book I imagined was still in my hands, though it wasn't, and blow out the candle I'd already blown out, thinking I hadn't. Little did I know that someday these memories would launch this, my 7,000 page memoir, "Looking For Time I Somehow Must Have Misplaced," told in the form of seven extremely lengthy sentences. This is sentence number five, leaving just two more, so hang onto your hats.
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