He had no idea what to do or say. He was clueless. His instinct was whispering several ideas into his consciousness but he did know that he couldn't use all.

He knew that only few of the ideas would be worthy of his attention. He didn't know what to think. He wasn't actually trying hard to think. There was nothing to think about.

His mental ken seemed blank and he did know that twouldnt expand anymore. He could say that over and over again. He couldn't be sure though. He was simply making guesses.

He was hoping that he would have his way with the odds. He was not so sure of what to be sure of. He had no idea what fate even time was caught up with.

He was simply hoping that things would play out fine. He knew that he couldn't be sure and wouldn't v

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