The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about. “Why would she do that? Why does she care? That’s a waste of her time. And life is much the same, whether taken in battle, on the couch, or by the road-side.
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