It was a beautiful world where everyone was yet to be malevolent to their core. It was a gloomy story, where a crystal eye didn't have a clue of her peerless beauty, or how this world swirled and twirled. Everyone seemed fairly cordial, yet not kind enough. The dummy laugher appeared better, but heaven knows what it could be like to stay with him. The grumpy and coarse chain-breaker got blood on his hand, but he just scrambled for an unprofitable living.
He knew this wasn't the end, and he may have just faced those broken pieces inside him for the first time in his life. If only he could see how his newly acquired hooker looked at her, if only he could hear the nun say, "You follow your husband, I follow myself," and respond, "We are all following someone," if only he could be vicarious of her conversation with the "dummy." If only that pig iron chain wasn't the only thing that owned his originality. Giulietta, you have the most beautiful eyes in the world.
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