Once, a man lived a perfect life. Everything he wanted was attained. Every wish, granted, everybody, a friend, every challenge, defeated. He held his dream job, had a lovely family, and every glass of cola came filled to the brim, popping with carbonation. He lived his life thinking he knew perfection. However, upon his final moments, a silhouette appeared in his darkening vision. “You know not of perfection; you were blinded by it. True perfection is…,” the figure silenced. The man had passed, the truth never heard. His world was fated to be perfect, not even Death could thwart that.
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