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Today I was actually being productive. Like, truly productive—not just rearranging desktop icons and calling it “organizing.” But just as I hit my stride, a coworker tapped me on the shoulder to ask if I had a stapler. A stapler. And just like that, my moment of glory vanished into office air-conditioning. Sigh. Maybe tomorrow.

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 If a person's viewpoint is backed by sufficient logic and evidence, they won't be so eager to seek others' approval. Those who believe that dewdrops will eventually evaporate will simply find a spot under the shade of a tree, sit down quietly, and wait for the sun to rise higher. They won't anxiously blow on each blade of grass. Because they know the dewdrops will inevitably disappear, they have no doubt about it. This kind of unwavering confidence can sometimes even appear as arrogance.

I don't know where they go. I swear I put two socks in the washing machine, and somehow, when it's all done, only one comes out. Every. Single. Time. It's like there's a black hole inside the dryer that feeds exclusively on left socks. Or maybe my socks are just quitting on me and running away to start a new life. Either way, I now have a growing pile of lonely, unmatched socks sitting in a basket, each one hoping its partner will miraculously return. I’ve tried everything—washing them in a mesh bag, folding them together before laundry, even counting them before and after. It doesn’t matter. The socks always win. At this point, I’m considering making a fashion statement out of mismatched pairs just to stay sane.

Jake had always been the kind of person who double-checked everything. Before leaving home, he would pat his pockets, making sure he had his phone, keys, and wallet. But that morning, in a rush to catch the bus, he forgot. It wasn’t until he stepped into his favorite coffee shop and reached for his wallet that he realized it was missing. His heart sank. The barista, a kind-looking woman named Emma, noticed his hesitation. "Forgot your wallet?" she asked with a smile. Jake sighed. "Yeah, and I really need this coffee today." Emma chuckled. "It happens to the best of us. This one's on the house." Jake hesitated but accepted her kindness. "I’ll pay you back tomorrow." The next day, he returned, wallet in hand, ready to repay his debt. But when he stepped up to the counter, Emma wasn’t there. Instead, a different barista greeted him. "Emma?" Jake asked. The barista looked confused. "There’s no Emma working here." Jake frowned....

In the year 1327, Sir Aldric, a wandering knight, rode through the misty forests of the North. He had no lord, no castle—only his sword and his code of honor. One evening, as the sun bled into the horizon, he came upon a village shrouded in eerie silence. The place was called Eldermere, yet it felt abandoned. No children laughed in the streets, no merchants called out their wares. Only the crows, perched upon the thatched rooftops, watched him with black, unblinking eyes. An old woman, the only soul brave enough to approach, whispered, “Leave, knight, before the curse takes you too.” Intrigued, Aldric pressed for answers. The woman spoke of a dark legend—how a jealous sorcerer, spurned by the village’s healer, had cursed Eldermere. Each night, a monstrous shadow emerged from the woods, stealing away one villager, never to be seen again. That night, Aldric stood guard in the village square. When the moon reached its peak, a dense fog slithered from the forest, bringing with it an un...