He spun the plastic wheel of the red and yellow rimmed car and thought of freedom. Each spin would lead him to a different country, a different landscape. Venice, Paris, Shang Hai, Lima, cities built upon layers of history and of cruelty. But before he could expound any further opinions he found himself in another area of the world. Frantically tasting the exotic cusine from Nepal to Thailand, pleasuring himself with the sight of Nature's favorite critters, and frolicking underneath the harsh city lights.
Freedom. Such an easy word. He never knew it could be so misleading.
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