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“I was barefooted strolling along Side Boulevard, with my sandals on my right hand and a guitar on the other.” The night was young, the place was solemn, all were calm and serene but her insides were in turmoil. She has been keeping it all in to herself and she feels no one could understand the pressure she was in. She tried to tell them, making all sort of signs but no one could ever decipher what she was trying to explain. She turned away and walked by the shore, alone, frustrated and thinking. She sat down by the gloomy tree and placed the quarter of the guitar buried in the sand. Just minutes later she returned to the group. She has now composed herself and was about to say what she was trying to portray earlier on. Everybody was silent and listening attentively, when out of the blue an odor indescribably stinky begun to occupy their nostrils. Each one of them commented on how horrible the smell was, all but one. All of them had a puzzled look on their faces. They turned with their eyes fixed on her like an eagle preying on a food!