They lied to us about midnight falling in upon itself slightly after the third minute of each morning; I've been watching for a good nine nights now, and I've been awake to feel it, midnight, as it slipped away -- just for that ever-so-brief moment you've all felt during which every rule is broken as it is lifted -- and folded in around itself.

But it is not happening slightly after the third minute of each morning; the bad news is, it's slipping further, and it's slipping longer.

Midnight...is moving.

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