On May 24, 2004, my hood was gone.

It tore off several "fragile item" labels that had been attached to multiple check-ins and walked out of the house in three and two.

Jean and I supported each other and asked in a loud voice why it was leaving.

"I've had enough!"

Said the piano cover.

"I'm fed up with human hypocrisy, fed up with your ignorance and cowardice, fed up with your daily alcohol and deceiving yourself and others."

"If there is an afterlife, I want you to be a mayfly living at thirty degrees north latitude."

"In the 68,401st second of your life, when the sun sets at 1,440 kilometers per hour, and you feel death approaching at almost the same speed, that's when you realize that everything you have now is precious!"

With that, it walked away without looking back.

"Treacherous Collector" I cheated the corpse and was hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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