In an Unrelated
We have almost nothing left, no ground in common. At best, a brand or maybe a miniseries. No campfire to gather around. The big stories—peckish news gets told in tweets, gets old so quickly. In place of one place a billion tiny customized versions appear targeted specifically to your tastes. You see only what you want to see. Maybe you always did.
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و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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