Mourning the death of my dearly departed dehumidifier, I solemnly make my way to the edge of the swamp to admire tonight’s Mid-Autumn Festival moon. I bought that dehumidifier new when I moved into my flat, newly single. Here I stand, taking in the stillness of my singledom against the stillness of the full moon while our village’s village idiot has an animated conversation with himself in the public toilet just behind me. He has lost most of his teeth. I can just barely make out the swear words.
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