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> The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the bottom bracket, I hated my life… My summer home, my schnitzels, my Fanta, my Veloteam.
> Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.