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Because today, he wasn't going to walk to work. He thought of the dull stagnant routine his life had dropped into, what it had been ten years ago, before he was tied down with jobs and mortgages and debts. Looking at the grubby left behind where he had trodden on the clean, crisp, dawn snow reminded him of his life and his own impact on the world; the friends he'd lost, the lovers he'd hurt, the family he'd dissappointed. For the past ten years, he'd been trudging round the same old park, and now his whole world had turned to grey slush.
That morning, a very lucky wino inherited a nice suburban house and a ferrari. He'd probably sell it for a couple of bottles of whisky, but it didn't really matter. Steve wondered briefly if this was a nervous breakdown, and was pretty certain that it was the stupidest thing he'd ever done, but right then, he just didn't give a fuck. Gradually, all thoughts faded and the only important thing was to keep walking...
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"No one was behaving from very Buddhist motives. Then, thought Pigsy, he was hardly a Buddha, nor was he a monkey. Presently, he was a pig spirit changed into a little girl pretending to be a little boy to be offered to a water monster. It was all very simple to a pig spirit."
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