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The Trophy

Aren’t the best things in life free to all? ‎The sun shines on everyone. The moon, accompanied by countless stars, leads even the beasts to pasture. ‎What can you think of lovelier than water? But it flows for the whole world. ‎The most delightful and choicest pleasure is that which is hinted at, but never told. ‎Exactly, that’s just it; I don’t want any of the good things of life unless people are envious of them.
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Simba
28 / M / Zimbabwe
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Written by
Simba
28 / M / Zimbabwe
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Jan 24
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