Dozens of beer bottles started their journeys the same way and continued on the same path till the time they got to my refrigeraor. Most of them were emptied out and kept in the back yard to be taken to the recyclers by our maid, this one ended up smashed and finished its journey much earlier than other bottles but will live much longer here.
This is the kind of bullshot one writes when one can't think what to write.
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