❀ Ricky Garni
        
✾ Tragedy

        I am relatively happy now, and so I have nothing to say. My plan for today is to either go catch a fish, 
        go swinging in a tire swing, or go down a slide. If I really wanted to write something, I wouldn't do 
        any of these things, because I will be happier than ever once I do them, and have even less to say once 
        I have done them, if that is possible, which I doubt, since I am almost completely happy now.
        
        Were I to do these things, there is always a chance that I would catch a shark instead of, say, a flounder, 
        and he would bite me on the nose, or the tire swing could come loose and fly into the highway and I would end up 
        trapped, ludicrously, somewhere on that same highway, or that the slide could become soft and grey and malleable 
        and I could be swallowed up by it in one huge gulp and it would happen so quickly that people wouldn't see me go 
        and they would ask What happened to Ricky and other people would say I don't know the last time I saw him 
        he looked very happy and he was walking towards the slide
        
        or the tire swing
        
        or the fishing rod
        
        But this will not happen— of this I am certain: my luck has run out and I will be happy forever.
        
        
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