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  • Writer's pictureLeon de Leeuw

Midnight tea

It was midnight and Dimo was alone. As he sat in front of his window, the lights across the street switched off one after another. He put his glasses on the coffee table. It rained outside, it was these days that Dimo was happiest. He didn’t feel guilty for not going outside to meet people. Yet he longed for a good conversation. Life was not easy for him, but it was worth living. He nodded happily as he poured himself a mug of strong tea. “A content man is a strong man”, he thought to himself. He lived as he wished.

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