Book: White crow
Every evening, when I trudged home gloomily, I was angry that another day of my life had passed, bringing me nothing but fatigue, irritation, and those miserable pennies that are needed to be able to go back to work tomorrow.
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MegaMozg 06-08-2022 / 22:21
It seems to me that this is precisely what distinguishes us, white crows, we do not know how to turn our true calling into gold or, as they say now, practically use it.
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MegaMozg 06-08-2022 / 22:18
A family without a black sheep kind of bland and devoid of character.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 13:45
