"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.
“You don’t work tonight,” Robert walked near me. “I want to take a break to think,” I said. “What is it?” He said before he sat on the groun...
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