The gentleman went for a walk in the park. He found two empty benches facing each other, and for a moment he hesitated, not knowing which to pick. He eventually chose the one next to the oak. The moment he sat down a pigeon pooped on his shoulder. He sighed.
Many press the like button. But few have the time, the disposition, and the courage to post comments. If a blogger were a merchant of emotions hawking his wares on the street, then 'liking' would amount to giving him a nod while walking on; commenting, on the other hand, to stopping by and conversing with … Continue reading It’s easy to like. But it’s hard to comment.
The ruined merchant took to the forest. He subsisted on roots and slept in a cave. After a while his loneliness got the better of him, and he decided to die. While digging his grave, his shovel struck something hard: a chest filled with gold coins. The man was startled.
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