What's happening in Flic-En-Flac? Well, everybody seems busy with their lives - the new year came and went away, and all of us seem to have resumed our everyday routine.
The elite of the rhum-gulping club all seem to be alive and drinking. However, they are frowning upon the newcomers who came to make a few bucks with the forgotten trolleys (each one's worth 10 bucks) - the proof, Roy, the homeless wine/rhum veteran is currently walking around with a few injuries on his face.
Nothing's new with me - I'm still living in an impossible desert while crawling towards what looks like a mirage. My good mate, however, seems to be swimming in the lake of happiness. Makes me wonder...
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