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| Juan Pablo Roldan |
I was always told to go for walks. Mum, aunts. random people who thought they had a say in my life. Get out of your room, go outside. I always hated to aimlessly walk - to window shop life. I had everything I needed in my room: knowledge, entertainment, and pleasure. Go breathe some fresh air. And I had food.
Don't take me wrong, I did go out. I still do. My sense of direction is shit and more often than not I get lost. Today that happened and I found myself surrounded by wolves handling flyers, asking for donations, taking bite-sized chunks from me.
I hate life in the big city; I'm thinking of leaving but gotta take care of one last thing...
