"I think, well, I've had a shit of a life, all things considered. It wasn't fair. Everyone I've ever loved is dead, and my leg hurts all the bloody time...but I think, any God that can do sunsets like that, a different one every night...'strewth, well, you've got to respect the old bastard, haven't you?"
~Neil Gaiman
Then you add gelato and nighttime breezes to the mix, and well, things get proper muddled.
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