#Mr Cogito and a pearl

Sometimes Mr Cogito recalls, not without emotion, his youthful attempts at perfection, those juvenileĀ per aspera ad astra. One day a small pebble happened to fall inside his shoe as he was hurrying to classes. It maliciously worked its way between raw flesh and his sock. Common sense suggested that he get rid of the intruder, […]

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