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when his fork clinks against the breakfast plate,
my day is lit by a covetous rage, a fist swollen with
Today I'm smoke up the chimney over ashes of trustand I don't see a Phoenix egg down there, do you?
The terms of the bet declared that for every ten seconds under sixty seconds it took the diver to wrestle the octopus out of. . .
I’ve fought two uphill battles during my time on earth: mental illness (neurodivergence) and friendship. Friendship is difficult. . .
In The Irishman, mob opulence is eclipsed by ugliness.
My boyfriend left me abruptly a few months ago and immediately got a new girlfriend.