You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.
But it wasn't the right season to lift off. Not yet. I sat in my apartment and looked out over the city, and I just didn't feel any passion to write about the place. I didn't give a damn about local politics; I wasn't moved by the issues. I missed home. And I was frustrated by people who actually thought the world was a centre and that centre was here. __he world's a sphere, everyone,_ I wanted to say. __he centre of a sphere doesn't lie on its surface. Look up the word 'superficial', when you have a chance.
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But it wasn't the right season to lift off. Not yet. I sat in my apartment and looked out over the city, and I just didn't feel any passion to write about the place. I didn't give a damn about local politics; I wasn't moved by the issues. I missed home. And I was frustrated by people who actually thought the world was a centre and that centre was here. __he world's a sphere, everyone,_ I wanted to say. __he centre of a sphere doesn't lie on its surface. Look up the word 'superficial', when you have a chance.
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