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I wake up with a slight migraine, I should have gone easy on the cocktails last night, but losing to my brother for the third time in a row this year really pissed me off.
“Hello cousin Ced,” she draws out her hand for a hand shake but I keep my hands behind me and remind her that I do not know where her hands have been.You are probably thinking that I am being mean to her and bitter but hear my story first*******
It isalready morning, another meaningless day, but I have to work up before granny starts yelling. That old woman is always full of yelling energy in the morning. If my ears want peace today I better start off and head to the stream.
I'm sitted on a bamboo tree and wondering if this is how my life was written in the book of Life. I must have been a killer in my previous life, yes that explains my misfortunes. There is no other way of explaining it. I sigh and look up, the sun set looks blissful from where I am sitting and I take a long view of it.