I never ask anyone how they are, unless they've asked me first, because it's none of my goddamn business. In fact, if they ask me first, to me, it's not an exchange of social pleasantries, but a futile attempt to get even with them for the personal info they've forced me to disclose with their question.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.