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by ada

For today I planned to visit the Fuschlsee but I felt so ill that I stayed home instead, reading Camilleri and cooking chicken soup, the obligatory health food and cure for all existential misery. Not that chicken soup makes back pain any better (not that anything makes it any better), but let’s pretend life does have any meaning.

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