He ran, he would run very fast, mad dog wandering in the city, knocking people like bowling, eyes almost rolled back, an afternoon of winter cold. More time to wait, he must flee away and all his strength, he had to leave the city where he suffered too. Catch a bus for a possible addition, a way to regain a one-way ticket and no desire to return. Turn a page and probably several, perhaps even close the book of life, even forget what it was before: a mediocre amateur of silence.
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