someday somehow the same must happen again to someone

is that the day we’ve waited for? hardly is. never, not this one.
these were the comments received to the question; we could have other comments but are content with these ones. they are better than none at all.
thus spoke sponge.
certainly there was no need for him to say that.

somehow someone must get something

if we are not getting anywhere, said sponge, could we at least settle for another goal? that was a question. d’you want me to sound like a journalist? fnn ff nnnfff fnnn.
not good, said breadroll, you won’t get a story out of this.
there must be something, said sponge.

somehow it is not him in shorts

there’s isn’t much left, said sponge, but the man is there.
not him, said breadroll, the man himself.
no, said sponge, not him.

somehow a normal morning

herr brekst broke the silence by saying: that’s the day that’s in it tandaradei.
silence howled, which was unusual, and disappeared, which was expected.
now, said sponge, i think we should be grateful and moving on the agenda.
the plan was accepted. tihio tukk, said breadroll, we can voice ourselves again. what a delightful day is dawning out there and what a nice table is set for us. shall we proceed?
proceeeeed? block of wood thought for a while and agreed. yes proceeeed.
they proceeded with their business and poured tea.

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