Mama asks me what I, being a philosopher and all, think will happen to us when we die.Do I have an opinion about the kids buying beer from the village shop to their younger friends? Isn't it horrible?
What do I want for Christmas? Do I need something? Something for the kitchen?
Did I remember to deliver the package of deer meat to my friend? Was he happy?
How come I did not recognize E, the man who lived next to us many years ago?
Do I live well on my paycheck? Am I indulging in lavish spending?
Did I see the eagle above the trees?
I don't know mama. I don't know.
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