Saturday morning, he walked in his room. He had a plan to tidy up his room. But he was merely walking. After walking around his room for the longest time in his life, he decided to look at old photographs.
Some of the photographs make him feel uncomfortable. And he didn't like that. But he tried to deal with it in a rational manner. Unfortunately, he could not.
He went to the living room and tuned in to some western music. He threw himself on the couch. His eyes were closed. But he could still see the photographs in his head. He looked pale, perhaps. We don't know.
Until then, his life has been okay. College, job, marriage and good lucks. And he knew that too. He knew how these photographs can bring a man down. He does not want that.
To keep himself away from any harm, he reached out to his pants. And we all know in a couple of minutes, his life will be no longer in jeopardy.
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