afraid of the future, i march, stalwart, to face this fear. i think of the futility of existence, but remain curious about the trials ahead.
Others keep me wanting to know how the novel ends. events capture my fancy: what lies around the corner? imagination feeds conjectures about where the road ends.
must not jump to the last chapter, should not peek around the corner, not take the shortcut to the end of the road. how much i will regret, so greatly i will yearn, fathom the shortcut being the wrong one.
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Never skip to the last page - that's cheating. It's the easy way out. You must be stronger than that.
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