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Julie is a rabbit living a boring life. This short history is about one of the ways she found to make life less boring.

- Excuse me; can you bring me the menu?

- A grilled cheese sandwich and an espresso, please

- What comes in this sandwich?

- A coke with lemon and no ice

- Two chicken pies and one orange juice with no sugar

- Can you bring me some ketchup sachets?

- A small cappuccino and a piece of that chocolate cake, please

I was on my way to deliver the last order of the day with the only desire to lie on the snack bar floor and stare at the ceiling until the next morning. Then I remembered that, besides the walk to the table, I had one more walk to the bathroom to change my clothes, another walk to the counter where I would wait for my payment and another walk home. Then, I would have to take a shower, cook, eat, clean my house. I spent the last few weeks just thinking about what I would have to do and suffering in advance from having to do them while trying to do what I needed at the moment.

- Good night, Carol - I said to my boss after she paid me. She was the only fox I knew that made me feel welcome and frightened at the same time. Of course not in the same proportions.

- Good night, honey - she said with that smile that fill half of the face.

Sometimes, I really wished that all good things that people wish to us in our daily lives could come true. Life would be deliciously easy.

That day, I left the snack bar and snorted. One more walk.

I used to divide the way home into parts. It was a 20-minute route marked in my mind by three street corners. Dividing the way home always made me more relaxed. Well, sometimes, after I passed the first corner, instead of thinking that I JUST had 2 corners to get home, I thought that there were 2 MORE corners left. Well, I just tried to accept that I could not be happy for those 20 minutes every day.

These minutes of walking only made me happy for the final destination. One of the only things that made me comfortable at that time was my home. It was like an outside version of myself that welcomed my defects and bad times. Coming home that day was an inexplicable sense of relief.

I turned on my laptop and before I could get on the college website, I lost myself in the thousands of possibilities that the internet can offer. In this endless loop of content that never ends, I caught myself needing a conversation with someone new.

I opened the wine my mother gave to me, filled a cup, and on a needy and desperate impulse, I went to a website that I swore to myself several times never enter. However, I typed omegle without any remorse.

I joined the chat of people of my town and my enthusiasm faded as fast as it came. People there were interested in something else, but talking about sex was not my wish that night. I waited a new conversation to load and I didn't have time to blink when the question I read multiple times that night popped up again.

Hey, what are you?

I filled a third cup of wine. I was hopeless.

I'm a really tall female rabbit - Being a tall girl is not always well seen for most people. So, I always tell my height to spare my time.

How tall?

I'm 5'9 tall. You?

I grabbed my cell phone and scrolled the Instagram feed a bit while I waited for the person to rush out of chat and end my night. As soon as I unlocked my phone, I bumped into the note I'd decided to pin to the home screen to remind myself of the tasks that had been waiting to be done for weeks. It was not enough the mental torture I did to myself daily, I had to make my phone do the same thing with me.

I'm a fox. We have the same height, haha.

I smiled, but not for long.

But, I prefer short girls, you know.

And I prefer taller boys :)

Touché, bunny

You don't seem to think much before saying something

True. Just a few minutes and I've already been unveiled

Would be so much easier, right? If we could have someone's full picture in no time - he continued.

So, you also like to think of unrealistic ways to make life easier.

It's a good way to suffer, haha - he said.

Hey, let's play questions game - he proposed.

I smiled. It had been a long time since I felt excited. It was fun talking to someone new.

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