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Finally, the long story-less story ended – in nothing, as I had suspected. Still, any completion is cause for celebration, even the completion of life itself. And completing university – well, that is the celebration to end all celebrations! Although the reward is merely a diploma in my bag, a sheet of paper in exchange for all those years!
S. B. couldn’t even muster up enough courage to say a few farewell words to me. He had tormented both me and himself for so many years, for what? How he had aged: gone bald, stooped, seemed shorter… My attitude towards him had taken its toll, too, of course. He was used to being admired; deep down, he was in love with himself and his “unobtrusive courting.” A narcissist, that’s who he is. I had seen it in his profile long ago; I had had plenty of t
