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After brushing his teeth, he entered the kitchen, and immediately, the smell of mint from Marcy’s cookies obnoxiously hung the air. He wondered how anyone could like mint since it tasted like toothpaste, but then again, he realized there were all sorts of weirdos,
He contemplated whether the feeling of guilt over not doing anything was stronger than the pleasure of taking a break and ultimately decided in favor of being productive.
He picked the smallest one and took a tiny nibble. That tasted even worse than he thought. Although the chocolate was present, it was overwhelmed by the strong minty smell. It felt like eating toothpaste, and with great effort, he swallowed. “Yum,” he finally said, hoping he managed to hide his grimace.
“I’m sorry Jim.” Chris approached his neighbor. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through. But you can’t live your life like this. Suffering is a part of life. The tower took away your free will and your emotions. The fact that you still feel something means you’re still alive. Without your emotions, you’re no better than a machine. Is that the kind of future you want your children to have?”
