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A guy stood at a traffic light in a heavy traffic jam while it was pouring rain. "Life is as beautiful as ever," flashed through his mind with a mountain of sarcasm, while his entire body felt his clothes sticking to him, as there was no dry spot left. The rain tried to keep the motorcyclists dry. How kind of him...

The guy sighed, wiping his visor once again and squeezing slightly between the lanes, but many drivers were in a bad mood today and weren't about to give way. Life is beautiful, and people are kind. It's autumn outside, and apparently the cold and endless rain had decided to start today, when he was on the other side of town from his home.

Hiding the fact that he was already cold... it was stupid. Especially when the fabric retained all the moisture, and the seat began to slide along with his feet on the asphalt. It was starting to irritate him. He rested his elbows on the front of the sports bike and looked down, but his thoughts were somewhere far away, like a swarm of bees, unable to calm down. "What am I doing wrong?" flashed through his head, and it was after this question that nausea began to set in, as if a huge lump had lodged itself in his throat, refusing to go away, and instead scratching it more and more.