There is a long way, I have to find something to ease my sidewalk. Maybe a bike. I am not allowed to drive, when a car is useless. I like to walk for the campaign, there is the risk of finding snakes or animals, but it's a nice way though. Trees, birds singing touch my soul and the city people scream at me: "Why do you dream? You're an idiot. We see the word No one on your head. I answer with a smile. My friends smile, according to townspeople, it's a habit of people who lack intelligence.
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