This place is like a huge, sprawling lost and found to some. Few make it big. Most are like a revolving door. And there are some who bide their time collecting dust in the nooks and crannies of a crowded yet lonely metropolis. These are the ones who are always in a rush. They flow through the city like blood in a heart. Moving too slow here is a mouth full of that dust. Just get back up and rejoin that hapless rat race but there will always be dust on the menu. It's your choice if you wanna bite it or to not.
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