("...yay, 20.000hits since 24/01/14..." went the goblin knowing that his anonymity meant that it didn't really matter though, only that it touched him even behind his anonymity here, but then he explained "...naah, I don't flatter myself, I mean anyone could write only that they don't simply because it isn't as of yet something habitual to them, whereas any livewriter could stop writing too, only that they can't really because by now it has become something utterly habitual to them inside, ah yes, much starts from stocktaking one's habits lest those habit escape one or worse catch up with one...")
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the goblin looked over to the old man who had had to bow to the pressure of his years and ever that slow unwelcome moderation towards of his lifestyle each time, how the old man had stuck it out in ever increasing compromise between some prison like need for self preservation, and some inner desire for at least for some reckless behavior still, but his age was like an encroaching tide of reality where reality was unavoidable, the goblin sighed "...I mean look at him, and how those consequences kill off his dashful spirit now, where would you believe me his childhood was once a folly of "no tomorrow" even...", yet the old man then looked back at the goblin and just shrugged in his compromise and muted surrender as he then pushed the coffee cup towards the goblin tapping its rim with his forefinger all with a gesture of undeniable encouragement, which was the point when the goblin for his part somehow understood what old man was getting at, smiling back "...ah no, no such surrender here, no indignity neither, nor even compromise to that dailylife there, for here inside me now I am as I ever was, just a reckless child still..."
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the goblin looked over to the old man who had had to bow to the pressure of his years and ever that slow unwelcome moderation towards of his lifestyle each time, how the old man had stuck it out in ever increasing compromise between some prison like need for self preservation, and some inner desire for at least for some reckless behavior still, but his age was like an encroaching tide of reality where reality was unavoidable, the goblin sighed "...I mean look at him, and how those consequences kill off his dashful spirit now, where would you believe me his childhood was once a folly of "no tomorrow" even...", yet the old man then looked back at the goblin and just shrugged in his compromise and muted surrender as he then pushed the coffee cup towards the goblin tapping its rim with his forefinger all with a gesture of undeniable encouragement, which was the point when the goblin for his part somehow understood what old man was getting at, smiling back "...ah no, no such surrender here, no indignity neither, nor even compromise to that dailylife there, for here inside me now I am as I ever was, just a reckless child still..."
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