Am I a protagonist in a novel
Do you ever feel like you're a protagonist in some out of control author's novel, and the guy just continues to throw stones your way even though you are clearly down?
Like your car broke down on a lonely stretch of highway so you're walking into town, your feet blistered and bleeding, then it starts to pour, not a gentle summer rain but ice pellets...
So you take refuge in the abandoned house up ahead only to find that as you walk in the door the floor gives out from under you landing you in a dirt cellar with a broken leg...
And there's no cell service...but there are rats.
My year has been like this. I regroup, but I keep on getting hit.
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...nature does not know how to lie. It is such a simple observation, that there are no straight lines in Nature.
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