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May I have your trash, please? – When life writes stories.

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He heaves as he puts the awkward construct on the pavement in front of his house. Now, how for making it bin-sized.

Just in that moment, a girl comes along and asks: Are you going to throw that away?

He nods.

Her eyes lit up: Can I have it?

Of course, he smiles, happy to be saved from this awkward job.

Great! She shoulders the tree branch which has just started sprouting and points at her puppy: She’s going to love it. It’s going to bring hours and hours of entertainment.

What’s going on out there? comes a voice from inside.

Nothing, he turns and goes back into the house, just one of those whities asking for our trash.

 

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