Once upon a time there lived a person, who never told anyone his real name. Some used to call him Mr. Jones, so let us stick with this name for the sake of the story. 466 more words
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Chaos on the streets did I notice on a beautiful monday morning. A semi-nude wife running on the street shouting and cursing while at it. A gathering of strangers right in front of my gate and the barks of my restless dogs bursting my brain with this new found headache. 787 more words
I really feel it to be true that no one should be alone.
As people get older and maturer, in most cases their values change. They begin to place less value in their material possessions and more value in their relationships; that’s why older people give more than younger people, regardless of their income. 317 more words