Someone Give The Cinnamon Roll A Hug

Someone give the cinnamon roll a hug

this is kinda short but I tried. sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes.

Tord had spent a good majority of the night working on his latest project. His pencil was furiously moving across a medium sized piece of graph paper. Mathematical equations littered the corners, and small notes, hardly legible, were also scattered about. When the clock reached past midnight, Tord’s eyes felt heavy, and the pencil seemed to slow. Blinking slowly, he looked up to check the time.

Two thirteen.

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