There Used To Be A Butcher Shop A Five Minute Walk Up The Street From My House. To Communicate How Important
There used to be a butcher shop a five minute walk up the street from my house. To communicate how important that is, there is nothing else five minutes from my house.
There is nothing for at least fifteen minutes from my house.
If that butcher shop was still there I could walk up the street and buy a sausage and it would take me five minutes.
But it isn't, so I can't.
Why am I alive at this point, if I can't even walk five minutes and get a sausage.
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