it was raining. yes, it was raining that day too. it was lightening on the mountains miles away, illuminating the sky and the wind mills alike. yes, it was lightening that day too. he made a nice scotch and moved to the french windows. his castle was at the height of eight floors, and he had the clear view of the whole city lights. but was he happy?
he looked down in the wallet parking. if there is something important in his life, now, it was his collection of cars. objects he talked to, conveyed his feelings. he checked if the shade is doing the job adeptly.
a boy and a girl, almost half his age, were dancing in the rain. his first thought was if they were close to the cars. materialistic possessions were his only love, he never thought his life would turn out like this. a thunder, so loud, and now they were hugging. oh right, now they are hugging, he said that out loud and came back inside to his castle with no princess. it was all just like that day, it was all printed in his head. he made the wrong choices. he mistook love as object and object as love.
he looked down in the wallet parking. if there is something important in his life, now, it was his collection of cars. objects he talked to, conveyed his feelings. he checked if the shade is doing the job adeptly.
a boy and a girl, almost half his age, were dancing in the rain. his first thought was if they were close to the cars. materialistic possessions were his only love, he never thought his life would turn out like this. a thunder, so loud, and now they were hugging. oh right, now they are hugging, he said that out loud and came back inside to his castle with no princess. it was all just like that day, it was all printed in his head. he made the wrong choices. he mistook love as object and object as love.
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