He fell asleep despite the bumpy ride, oblivious to the ominous silence in the car. It was dark, when he woke up.
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Every time the lights will go on in Park Street on a rainy July evening, I’ll think of you, staggering past, head bowed down, shuffling, so fragile, so human, so unbelievably mine in that split second.
I have thought about why we love dogs so much. I wouldn't go for any far fetched Freudian analysis, because I think it isn't that complicated when you think about it.
The wait for the next episode/season begins – Oh, the horror! – It is emotionally exasperating, tiresome and annoying; you can’t hold your horses. In fact, you want to gallop into the future, just to end this irrita...