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A dusty road comes to my mind, with a dusty man in tattered clothes doing
some work. He is so hot and thirsty, and dirty from the dry air. His head
is dry and he looks up and sees this fat, stupid ass grinning at him from
the green place. He must feel what a lazy animal is this ass. Just
sitting there. Look at me, he thinks, I work so hard and you are so lazy.
Do not be satisfied with your easy life, "it will not suffice you." Get up
and work hard like me, toil on this burning road.
Sean Irving from Canada