Never able to be satisfied, he comes to the river every night to die. Every night he stands on the bank with a pocket full of rocks, counting each breath like they're his last. While there, he contemplates why he's really here.1970Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQj4qJzoLHM
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