Wednesday, August 20, 2014

537 - His friend, Prozac.

"What are you doing laying on the floor?"
"Nothing..."
"Come, get up, let's go out to do something".
"I don't want to, go away!"
"Com'on!"
"NO!"
"COM'ON, I SAID!"
"No! leave me alone, I don't want to go out, I don't want to do nothing, life isn't worthwhile, so it's the same if I go out or stay here on the floor."
"Shh... Shh... Shut up!, get up and let's go."
"But..."
"Bur nothing!"

...

"So... How was it?"
"It was amazing!!! The rain!.. The cotton candy!.. Escaping from the police!.. Wow!!! I think this has been the best day of my life!"

The end.

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