My dear wife,
You get something twisted out of your insides by all this blood, filth, and noise.
My dear wife,
You get something twisted out of your insides by all this blood, filth, and noise.
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“Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people’s characters.”
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