Always Look On the Bright Side of Life [PFPC]

I wrapped my arms around my tattering black wool coat, trying to rub feeling back into my fingers.
“Hey Gwen!” I turned to see two of my friends tearing after me. “You heading home?”
I nodded, grinning. “Yup. It’s tough, but I keep it up, y’know?”
Jane nodded. “Things drying out?”
I sighed. “Like crazy. I gotta keep a humidifier going so nothing cracks.”
“Will you play us something when we get there on your fabulous piano?” Olivia asked, excited.
“Sure. You’ll feel a bit of the outside air outside it; under it, too, once we head inside.” They said they didn’t mind. “Things may’ve headed downhill since ‘12, but things can’t get much worse,” I said. They shrugged with a smirk.
We linked arms, forgetting the troubles our country had sunk into, & skipping merrily down the street. “If life seems quite absurd & death’s the final word, you must always face the curtain with a bow. Forget about your sin, give the audience a grin; enjoy it, it’s your last chance anyhow! Always look on the bright side of life!”

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