"The sick do not ask if the hand that smooths their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin."
Oscar Wilde, writer (1854-1900)
The frantic chicken flapped and flapped while the man tried to pen them back – None of them was having any o...
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