The Curse of Blessing
The sun outside Missouri was on the head. Mike could see the sunflower field fade away, the sunflowers where weaving from far away, happily. The car was running smoothly on the road. Mike took another cigarette and lit it up. The puffs were bigger than before, yet satisfying. But he needed something hard to eat. He asked the old guy, 'Is there any restaurant nearby? I am quite starving.' The old guy laughed, 'well mate, there should be one. Let me just stop and check the map once again.' Gosh! This guy was quite lagging behind the time. Mike saw him pulling out a paper map, quite a big one, from the car drawer. The map was handmade, maybe self written. He asked, 'So, is it made by you?' The guy answered, looking at the map, 'Yeah mate, you know, the burden of this age, even forgot
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