I walk down the street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I fall in. I am lost ---- I am helpless ---- it isn’t my fault. . . . .It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again.I can’t believe I am in the same place ---- but it isn’t my fault. . . . It still takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in . . . . It is a habit. My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
I walk down another street.
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