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  • I escaped from the house when the first cigarette was lit, and walked up the river. I couldn't go very far. So I sat down under a tree and stared into the water. Somehow it calmed me from my frenzy. Yes, it was definitely better than to breathe smoke-polluted air in a closed chamber.

    The birds were singing, endless noise from the surrounding streets on the background. Water was flowing, trains passing every quarter.

    When it got darker, I walked back on the road, almost getting caught in the freshly made nets of tens of spiders who were hoping to catch a supper these hours. Unfortunately, I couldn't fulfill their dreams. Not me; not tonight.
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