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October 21, 2009

John eventually got the message, giving Harold a cheery goodbye. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all; He’d never given him much of a chance. It wasn’t that Harold thought himself better than people; on the contrary, he didn’t want to bother them with his plain, meagre existence. He’d nothing to give the world and the world had nothing to give him. After all, what was the point? All people seemed to do was invent ways to put a meaning to human life, because they couldn’t cope with being a tiny flea on life’s windscreen, waiting to be wiped off…