In some people, love of life is like a type of Stockholm Syndrome. Life grabs them by the neck and throws them through a window. When they hit the ground, their legs break, nevertheless, they pull themselves up the stairs, and ring the doorbell. They wait in agony for 9 hours, finally life opens the door, helps them inside, pets them softly with concern and asks How did this happen?
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