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slowmo thats what people used to call me. I guess I was born that way.
They had to pull me out as I was coming out on to this world. Why are
they always hurrying me? Can't they mind their own business and go on
with their lives? That way their life won't be hampered by my pace.
There comes the one who gets most annoyed with my speed. His name is
Pacer. He rushes along like there is no tomorrow. At times, I feel he
should follow my way of living. I believe the worm is for everyone
whether you are early or not. So I deliberately slow down when I see
him and that sets him off. What irony. Me Slowmo becomes the reason
for Pacer to up his pace. My pace forces him to double his. Now tell
me who is slow, me or him?

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