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Some light a torch to start a fire ahead

Every year, you may organise a big gathering with family and friends to spark the memories of the past alive, to create some new ones and make plans for the future.

Food, drinks, music, chatter are different tools used to light up the way.
Until one abuse of one or the other.

The food diminishes, hunger sets in.
The drinks are abused, hangovers are on their way
The music is too loud, complaints come along.
The chatter goes from friendly to unpleasant, memories become tarnished.

And so, some guests stops eating, they drink too heavily, they dance uncontrollably on the dancefloor harassing their fellow human and bumping onto them and they start to have rocks and slugs in their throat.

Those ones always find a torch to set some fire ahead that may never be extinguished.

In those moments, take the matter into your hand, throw a bucket of water on them and send them to sleep before the forest you have planted goes from fire to dust.


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