Their fights didn’t so much end as dissipate, like a drop of ink in a bowl of water, with a residual taint that lingered.

Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he was already chasing a Chesterfield sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth.

I have never heard there words filled
With bullets an rage 
But now the times got weird giving you
Unhappy and it's all sad how others do wrong in the mist of others pain

You’re not here anymore. You’ve got to leave in order to return to the present.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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