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Out of his shell came he. But late was he to the party - of people mingling merrily. Being outcast was his destiny. When his greetings bore no fruit, he beat a retreat. Regretting thoughts of dancing elated, he came home defeated. He asked himself to worry not, destined was what he got. "I've one friend who'll always be there, whenever I fall into despair." And, it was no one but him- -self, who saved him in situations grim. As he thought, his hope renewed, for he found an old friend in solitude.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
The Outcast
Out of his shell came he. But late was he to the party - of people mingling merrily. Being outcast was his destiny. When his greetings bore no fruit, he beat a retreat. Regretting thoughts of dancing elated, he came home defeated. He asked himself to worry not, destined was what he got. "I've one friend who'll always be there, whenever I fall into despair." And, it was no one but him- -self, who saved him in situations grim. As he thought, his hope renewed, for he found an old friend in solitude.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
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