It's a pity that spring doesn't last long. Just as the ancients said two words: all roads lead to Rome, and most happy families are the same, but each unfortunate has its own misfortune. The city's way of pulling people to a tragic fate is far more creative than Van Gogh's, yet as irresistibly cold and accurate as the hands of a clock.
If Michael's childhood experiences were so painful that he eventually became the second Omar was not purely accidental, then the little thing that changed Randy's fate was like a fateful painting, like a piece of flying paper. Just like the serial car accidents caused by crumbs, it is indignant and helpless.
Forgot whether it was the fifth season or a later episode, when I saw this once again the cutest child, the coldness in his eyes made me shudder.
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