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On vacation, Marc was used to it. Tickets were getting more expensive every year, so at least he could spare some shekels and improvise. Pasta, instant soups, breadsticks with sesame and olive oil, cheddar cheese thins, crispbread, tea and coffee pre-prepared in a tumbler. He had to respect money like the state government, even if the flush was to come later. But he couldn't know that now, could he?
He pulled the collar of his coat high to resist the strong wind while the others screamed for ice cream.
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Mescaline Brisset
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in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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