a weak of first lines

they did ask me, said breadroll to make the first line and that is exactly what i did — right now i did it. not that i did not do exactly the same thing before but that is a second line now which i believe everyone has been waiting for.
he loiters for a while. that’s how it started.

it was the same day or another. same loneliness, different day. or so we thought.

fnnnfnnnfnnfnfnfnfnffnnfnffnffnnfnfnnf, fnfnfnfnnnnnnnnnnnffnfnfnnnnnnnnnfnfnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnfnn. nnfnfnnnfnfnn fnn nnfnnnnb. this way or the other the the car wouldn’t do it for us. the car we didn’t know of until now; when it finally broke down.

things started to break down when morning broke out. the dreaded future finally had arrived.

there was nowhere to go to and nowhere to arrive at. the most terrible things is to come up with a witty first line.

to do, to resemble, to be anything or anywhat or one seemed to be an awful lot if not too much for them.

this way or not, something had to done, but what can one do, to be honest.

they was nothing they could do about it but that was beside the point, in fact, there was something they had not tried


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