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A Banana Story

In the Real World. Friday, August 7, 2015. The Unending Flow Short. Drip, drip, drip. The man with the five oclock shadow stood in the cold dark washroom of his four bedroom house, staring at the broken item before him. A cold sweat trickled down his rough cheek as his soles touched the cool marble flooring. What he saw before him was an unending inevitability. Its flow mimicked time incessant and merciless. Drip, drip, drip. Should he blame it on himself for letting it be broken in the first place?

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In the Real World. Friday, August 7, 2015. The Unending Flow Short. Drip, drip, drip. The man with the five oclock shadow stood in the cold dark washroom of his four bedroom house, staring at the broken item before him. A cold sweat trickled down his rough cheek as his soles touched the cool marble flooring. What he saw before him was an unending inevitability. Its flow mimicked time incessant and merciless. Drip, drip, drip. Should he blame it on himself for letting it be broken in the first place?

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