But the things that he had faced in life, putting the right amount of grit into it, had been very few; until that day he had always thought that it wasn’t worth wasting energy and getting angry, fighting.
As years passed he had then convinced himself that you have to be satisfied with what you have and what you are, because otherwise it could always be worse. Because the Beautiful World, the one you see on television, is unreachable in any case.
So his interests, like his self-love, had slowly waned until he had closed himself more and more in his little world of small habits. Depression, a psychiatrist would have said.
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Ever since Franco had told her about a surprise just a few days earlier, Sissi was deeply distressed. A recurring nightmare had suddenly resurfaced in her mind afte
