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These young people amaze me; drinking their coffee, they tell clear, plausible stories. If you ask them what they did yesterday, they don’t get flustered; they tell you about it in a few words. If I were in their place, I’d start stammering. It’s true that for a long time now nobody has bothered how I spend my time. When you live alone, you even forget what it is to tell a story: plausibility disappears at the same time as friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can’t make head or tail: you’d make a terrible witness. But on the other hand, everything improbable, everything which nobody would ever believe in a café comes your way.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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I know there are things going on tonight but I dont bother. Only ten minutes across town, that’s right, but I don’t bother. I could put on a tight black shirt but I don’t bother.
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