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Oct 2015
What is the reason for our existence? He said.
There is no reason, I said.
Then why are you here? He said.
I was born and didn't die yet, I said.
So what will you do while you're here? He said.
Try to be happy, I said.
And how will you do that? He said.
Now THAT's the big question, I said.
Lee Buck
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Lee Buck  Czech Republic
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