Problems,” lamented Duncan. “They never seem to end.”“Do they even end in the first place?”Duncan grimaced, “If only we know when they begin, we might be able to nip it in the bud before it putrefies.”“Not everyone recognizes the bud when it manifests itself,” interjected Juliette.“Quite true,” agreed Duncan.“But what is life without hurdles?” Juliette remarked, philosophical.“Some of us simple folk prefer smooth sailing lives,” he deadpanned.“What can I say?” she smiled, shrugging. “To each his own.
Alexis Lawrence, O.U.R. Café
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