the mirror is facing a torrid night of his life. gaunt, dark.
must look good, start putting on whether a mask that makes every night seem bright, beautiful, desirable to others.
Take your purse, he keeps his anger, his sadness and loneliness, long walk the streets aimlessly.
who does not take the lift in his car and starts (winning) the bread, the bread that their children will wake up tomorrow.
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Perhaps some surprised this short story than the usual themes of this blog, but they are real things that are there.
Fiaris.
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