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Old Quagglemaloppe wheeled his eyes around to have a good look at what the world had become.
He’d lived the better part of his life like most of his kind, witnessing the sky travel above him to illuminate more important lives, and the earth slowly crawling underneath his muscular leg, bringing here a green pasture of delight, there a hurdle to take on. It had its ups and downs this way of living, unexplained surges of acceleration interspaced in the vast matrix of wait & see, but only if you were lucky, or not lucky, rather just special, chosen, singled out by a form of chance that could very well not be translatable into good fortune. Some just carried one waiting, being and one day, dying.
As honest Old Quagglemaloppe was approaching the end of his life, when two times already he’d been a man and three times a…
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