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One Hundred Years As An Extra - Chapter 11
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... answers from them every time. I remember all sorts of words I used to say, yell or whisper in a desperate bid for the people to answer me differently just once. There were people who sometimes got mad at me, with good reason. But there were others, like Angel and Las, who never did.
“I quit drinking.”
“Did the sun rise in the west today?”
“Really? Is it really so shocking that I quit drinking?”
“Yes. Isn’t it only a short-lived decision anyway? Besides, I have no intentio ...
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