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Hiding in dirt without breathing

The more I grow old getting better at this art of hiding in dirt without breathing the more I realize there are only three types of people in this world: the hunters the preys and the ones who play dead.



The last chocolate piece, Those fries you unexpectedly find at the bottom of the bag, The smell of coffee in the morning, that fresh breeze in a hot summer day, this thing I feel for you.