Upone that time too there was a bottle of orangina impossible to be opened, I say… it was nearly as impossible to open as to achieve the mysterous Book of the Endless Pieces and Figures. Though it is told some people did get to achieve a copy of the book, no one has ever listened about that ever since. By a time me was confusing sausages with beatles in some kind of delirious and spicy trip given by a chicken in not the better state to be, you can assume I did try and try and, in fact, opened one bottle of orangina, a rare juice used by chinese peeps to endure their people making shoes at those garages they work all-day-long in.
As sugar cotton went out the garages, orangina did get more and more rare to find. At a time, all the people working on shoes and sugar cotton in the garages in some chinatowns at very well known places, twisted all at once because a decompassing in their timetables due to orangina missing. Oh yes my dear readers, there I was, not in the shadows but a plenty light of sun by the park openning last bottle in the city wich name was one I don’t care about any longer. Things have come by ever since, though I don’t remember quite well.
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