One fine morning I found myself thinking of the events of the world. Consistency; missing! Is harmony possible? Upon arriving to work, I noticed a colorful beetle, and it too was sitting on the fence, either to go green or not. Hey! I recycle! Please don't bug me with your indecision; I have enough of my own. Thinking again, go for it, jump off the fence and go for the green! Then suddenly I heard a stern voice; "The office meeting was about to begin, coffee or tea; sit here or there?" Why was I wondering what the beetle did?
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