he took a cold shower and put on his favourite suit. then, he proceeded to throw away most of his record collection.
he got on the 7.15 bus.
two stops later a subjectively beautiful girl got on the same bus and smiled what was, unbeknownst to him (and her for that matter), her best smile.
one bus stop later frederick james got down and decided buses where no longer his thing.
he took a cab to work, no words spoken to the driver besides the answer to "where to?".
he had an ordinary day at the office. a lot of yes's, and a lot of no's.
when he got home he did a quick google search and discovered that the average life span of a fish held in captivity was 5 years.
paisley, his pet fish was exactly 4 years, 2 months and 17 days old.
"close call!" frederick james figured.
paisley found a new, happy home in little timmy's room, from appartment 4-a.
fast forward 9 months and 13 days, paisley died of a sudden heart attack.
luckily, little timmy was at school and his mother had time to buy an almost identical fish, except slightly redder.
anyways, frederick james had an ordinary week after that first day, and an ordinary month after that first week and, yes, an ordinary year after that first month and so on.
frederick james had an ordinary life.
some would call it boring and pointless. others would say it was nice.
in the will that he wrote but no one read he called it bearable.
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