It was of the usual, routine of a day, where one would seize through his own decadent pleasures. The boredom would consider and the passing time he'd live through this degenerate pain that he'd concur overtime... the pains the thorough malice and the dull life he leads can only be so much of a curse for him, till days on end, he met a simple girl through that fateful meeting they had in a world of pixel and text
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