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Black and White

For reasons unknown, the day started at quite a different note. The local music station screeching of loud afternoon music wasn't enough to keep me awake. To that sunny afternoon, I knew this was a start to an interesting journey - exciting or not - interesting. After many confusing directions to the 'right place' of my new job, I was pleasantly surprised at my choice.

For moments to come, I was thankful I wasn't thinking yet.

The people that made my place were nice warm people with gentle language and big hearts. That's how things are at first, was a warning from a familiar voice. Well, even if that's true, let me enjoy the days of fake warm big bigheartedness around.

All this only to one prick. Someone who just didn't fit my earlier world of a fancy work place. This had to happen, it was after all a fairy tale.

So here comes the Evil Witch, the Vampire, The Red Queen from Alice's Wonderland and the White Peacock from Kung Fu Panda's town. Non-coordinated, out of place prick was consistent with my fable.

Soon, what I can onomatopoetic-ally describe, zwoooosh through transforming series of events.
Warm hearts turned cold and whites faded to black. But I found a different colour of the prick, one that didn't change, one that stayed, one that was true. Prick as it was.

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