The Beatle
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Nobody envies The Beetle; no man, woman, they/them, or child. Day in and day out, pushing his ball of dung up the hill, only for it to fall right back down again, entirely unlike Sisyphus. I don’t even know why you would make that comparison. You should be ashamed of yourself.
It is a hard life.
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