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We sat and talked. For ages. It always went like that, from the dawn of the time – at first we didn’t know how to start and then we couldn’t stop. Conversation shifted and flowed and somehow we touched the simple, common jealousy people sometimes feel. Hating someone for succeeding at a good thing is what the little, petty people do, he said. I smailed. I might have worked all my life to be humble and don’t rush judgements on people, but I still agreed wholeheartedly.

Already after couple minutes conversation had shifted again, and we discussed some peculiarities in the human anatomy. Word was big, topics unlimited, but evening had only so many hours.

End of April, 2018.