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7-126 [Frook 7, chapter 1.2, brick 6]

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Our man with no name sat in the grass and opened a random page of the diary.

The girl was alone in a bus, and she was crying. She realized that being nihilist and misanthropist she would never have her cinderella story. What kind of prince would like to care about a zombie-girl? The bus was travelling to her home; she was indeed going back home after a party, a boring party with boring people. Her mind was travelling too, so she opened her diary and started to write some thoughts.



The man with no name closed the diary and placed it under the usual rock. It was the time to go back home.

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