Once upon a time, there was a little king.

He played bongo, was a monkey, and we all know what happened:

Some people had to take a shower. [Strike I: no, this is not me. the mystery, however, must be solved.]

Arbel, coming all the way from Costa Rica, helped T to make up her mind.

Embarassed by the light, T tried to P.

...enraging the real P, the voyeur, who was immediately discovered...

and given a kiss:

Arbel was dancing:

Till he became T's only support:

Blessings of the water, laughter of the freedom, and amazing tehina, all followed:

[this narrative would have concluded here; after all the name of the protagonist is not known. What, indeed, is the name of this guy??]

Later, after bringing T home, I was driving. The sun was forming the most beautiful color ever...

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