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I am not a superhero. I like believing it, but I know that I am not special. I am just one of 8 billion, and it is the truth, and I have no problem with that. I have always believed that if everyone adopts a cat, we could save the world. And now I found another solution for our Earth; making other people happy. Other people, as in people we don’t know.
I used to live in Istanbul before I moved to New York. I had a rewarding job at a marketing agency. I had a beautiful white cat and a black Solo bicycle, and I could bike to work whenever I wanted. I was probably the luckiest person in Istanbul.
On September 4th of, 2013, I went to the gym after work. After the workout, I would meet up with someone I knew from the past. We probably would have talked about our current lives. And, of course, we would talk about our individual lives in the past.
There was a basket next to the fitness center’s exit, and there were always a lot of green apples in the basket. We could take apples from the basket if we wanted. It was a wise choice while working out since my body’s metabolism functions were at a higher rate, and I burned calories to…
