From a box of things, the long-sleever fits. I wear it to work, musing that I’d rather have Dad present than his perfect shirt.
From a box of things, the long-sleever fits. I wear it to work, musing that I’d rather have Dad present than his perfect shirt.
“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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