Wumba
got confused. In his life before, he was okay without all this shitty crap. His
life was simpler, happy, no distraction, lovely, brighten up. He’s trying to
let this thing gets into his life, just like the other ordinary person did, but
this thing just don’t fit him well.
They
said this thing makes shits tastes like chocolates, they said this thing will
make you feel like stuffed up with happiness every single time you came up with
it, they said this thing is the most powerful power in the whole world, just
like The Beatles said. They said this thing is something we all need. They
said... everything.
But
Wumba never feels like “they said.”
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