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2335. A common biography

Doug dug a small hole in the sand at the beach.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

He filled it with water.

The end.

1415. Humdrumery

Astra was born in Latvia and in her twenties had emigrated. She did it on her own. Her parents had passed on and her only sibling, a sister, had married rich and was living a life of luxury disinterested and somewhere else.

Changing countries for Astra was both a risk and an adventure. Who knew what was around the corner? Who knew what stranger might suddenly transform her life? The world was her oyster!

Astra quickly found a job. After all, she was fluent in a number of languages. Her job paid well. She lived comfortably.

She never met Mr Right. She lived on her own. She didn’t know how to make friends in a foreign country. She thought the locals weren’t too keen to hang out with foreigners.

When she died in early old age a couple of people came to her funeral. None of them were sad. They knew her vaguely from work.

Her lively adventure had in fact been ho-hum, humdrum, mediocre, you know, sort of neither here nor there.