This past holiday I found myself on the edge of a pool sipping a cold beer, eating peanuts and reading Patricia Higshmith-happiness-when suddenly there appeared two noisy children who took me out of literary nebula in which I was immersed and almost throw my beer on the floor. This post is not about the noisy kids pool, immediately ask them to harden the laws to respect, "not going on vacation, immediately ask to work one month a year and enjoyed eleven-vacation, even less this post is about the beer, immediately ask for water instead of beer out of the faucets in my house. To which we, the children came running to me hitting the white metal table where I had installed all my arsenal summer and was in this dangerous rolling peanuts flew toward the water and stayed there floating as if a submarine commanded by French fries had torpedoed a battleship commanded by peanuts (the First World War the snacks. ".. I say) and to observe this group of peanuts floating in the water came to mind a question I crashed what was on vacation and I have created an insurmountable angst:
If a peanut falls into a pool is still a nut?
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