Walking on the damp road at midnight, I found questioning the world was useless if there was no way you would ever get an answer. Curiousity kills cats, they say. Well, it kills people too.
The road was silver and black, slick with rain that looked like ink in the darkened night, the stars reflecting silver without all the hope. The heavy air,
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