the day sometimes does not belong to you. to him. just the other day, his mind went berserk.digging at some very imaginary stuff. regretted over it later on.
suddenly he asked her, "are you busy these days?"
"yap, working quite a lot on the garden, taking care of taxes...."
"why you didn't bother about what i told you to do?"
"what's that?"
"....."
like a nuclear reactor under an earthquake, it blew with very toxic radiations all over, all over their calm, uneventful nite.
now, if that's what has been the case for any normal day, then there's more normal days to come.
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