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write. not. write. not. write. not.
here i am again.
not without effort.
i was playing chess with my grandfather when suddenly a big foot came from the sky and destroyed the game.
i stayed there, looking at the sky with my eyes closed. it's probably the worst thing to do during a boot attack, but, you know that, when we are suddenly surprised for an unexpected noise, we figure trouble, and we try to look immediately to the side from where it comes, exactly what i did.
and there... there was a beautiful sun. you can't imagine how beautiful it was. but as bright as i couldn't stand it more, immediately closed my eyes, waiting for another boot in my nose.
don't worry, no side effects, nothing else happened. my eyes still can look at the stars and the moon, but that sun doesn't come out from my mind.
and no more boots arrived. i got only the right one, so it's missing the left. it wasn't my size, anyway.
so now i have a big right boot in my house like a trophy.
and what happened next? when i opened my eyes, my grandfather silently had already cleaned up the tray, and restarted the game.
no words from him about this story up to now.
we played five games more that day, that's all i remember. he probably won all of them, but who cares?