Happiness How it had come to this, he couldn't guess. His loving wife caressed him every night, Blonde and miraculous. His child was bright And handsome and a prodigy at chess. At work he met with nothing but success. His innovative architecture won A European prize. The job was done On time, on budget. This was happiness. How had it happened? Who could do the math? Out of a billion billion negative Possibles, he had found the single path That led out to a life without a sting. His shadow selves in their alternative Space-times continued in their suffering.
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