"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.
It was evening. Robert lay on the ground, Crow stayed on the table, and I sat in the chair. We didn’t talk about anything, just relaxed. The...
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