One day I was standing on the parapet full of pride. A piece of grass came suddenly flying from a distance. A speck fell in my eye.
I hesitated, became restless like a fool, my eyes started looking at people, they started trying on clothes, poor Dave ran away awkwardly.
When a piece of grass came out from a domineering person, then he understood that he was taunting me. Why are you so stubborn?
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