… I am couple seconds away from my next move, why am I standing still? I feel millions of voices in my stomach. They all seem coming from deep inside as a recall to start the round again…
I look out from the car window. It’s all grassy around. What a spring! I hear the tempting flirt of Jazz…. The sound bursts from the speakers of His classy car, cleaving the wind on its way to THE END …
Wut ‘s next? …The credits?
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