"Is this world perfect?” Robert asked.
“No, this world is not perfect,” I said.
“Will it be perfect?”
I shook my head, “No, it won't.”
“It really can't be, can it?”
“Never and ever. Stop hoping for it.”
Robert sighed after hearing it.
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