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My Boring Life

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Did you ever read a work of fiction and thought "Ah, how much I 'd like for it to be real/possible" or "I wish that could happen to me"? I certainly did, especially when it came to reincarnation novels and manga, because I hated my boring life and I really liked fantasy stories with magic and monsters.

Not that my life was a bad one. My parents were loving and caring, I wasn 't the top of my class, but I had passing grades, and I had a part-time job as tourist guide with flexible time-tables and a good pay (and the eventual, always appreciated, tips from the gentler tourists). There were only three problems: I was desperately single, I had no friends and I was stuck into the monotony that my life was steadily becoming.

Like clockwork, my day started with me waking at 7:00 a.m., going to the university at 8:00 a.m., listening to lessons until 14:00, going back to home to eat a quick lunch and then going to work from 16:00 to 20:00, at which point I had my dinner followed by some studying and reviewing notes, for then passing the rest of the night on the computer and relaxing reading the new manga and novel releases until the strike of midnight, where I would gone to bed until the next morning. Wash, rinse and repeat from Monday to Friday and you get my usual week. Very exciting, right? I lived alone in a cheap, little apartment of three rooms near my university for convenience, owned by one of my relatives and given to me as present for my eighteenth birthday and my

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