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365 | Day 6 

“Don’t you think fate has a cruel sense of humour?”


“Don’t you think fate has a cruel sense of humour?” She got a curious look.

“It just fucks you up. It lets you believe for a minute, that yes, you can finally feel happy and then it just, it snaps – just like that.”

“Yes”, he replied as he took a puff of his cigarette. He smiled bitterly. “But we’re still breathing.” He paused for a minute. “Which means we still have a reason to live.”

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