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One day I'll have to choose.
The people will go by foot to the same insipid job, the same hurdy-g'y on the corner, a bored cook will prepare the same menu. The man with glasses will invite a woman on high heels - no matter who - for dinner. The man will make love with the same woman or another one. No preferences. I could not stand against the rain but I could choose to open the umbrella or not. I could choose the second to inhale, the second to open my eyes, the very second. One day he will prefer not to go to work, not to love not to eat not to open the umbrella at all. One day I could say: Today I prefer not to do anything from all of these. Then, one day, I could choose to live or not to. On that very day I could say I would prefer not to.
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