And so on. Unnecessary small daily dramas that roll on the sheets of the calendar, day after day. That alternate weekends as a period of lucidity and joy, too short and forced to be truly free.
And then, as inevitable as the book after the prologue, get the damage. As if all this dust raised was not merely an introduction to real disaster. The slaughter morale.
And one wonders if the first, when all were trifles in the air, dust cosmic harbinger of future disasters, it was not the case of burrs. Sprinkle a bit of 'give us this life before the allergy.
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