☥ “You know,” he said, tearing off another piece of bread from a half-stale loaf, “ducks are surprisingly a lot like us.” He threw the piece of bread into the water, where ducks swam frantically, in a competition against one another—the strongest, fastest, would end up being able to swallow most of the bread, while the weaklings had to settle with what little scraps they could get hold of. “Survival of the fittest,” he added absentmindedly, not even looking up to see to whom the footsteps had belonged.
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“Them, she says”, he murmured out, gaze veering back to the ducks and their oblivious chase of nourishment as they tried...
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She felt his eyes on her and knew that the moment she glanced at him she would probably utter every little thing that...