Family at the playground

Life of working father Struggling the system with no luck

At the end of the day

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I had a friend, a good friend
We used to sit together, smoking cigarettes
Most of the time we were at silent
Then, after an hour or two each one was going his way
So it was once or twice a week
I loved going to his place
And shut up
He quit smoking
And we stopped our meetings
We have just nothing to talk about


Author: leonard79

Sitting and looking. sometimes standing and still looking.

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