things come, and things go, and she yearned for the chance to just make the mistake again, because this time, she vowed she’d learn the lesson. a solitary tear welled, making her realise that she’s as human as anyone else, though she’d sometimes rather not be. “Fuck this rock” she thought. wise words from one she’d never met. her post-modern conditioning made her realise the irony in that, “Just another reason to hate this planet.”
non bis in idem
