“Hell, I am young. I am free. My teeth are clean. The sun shines. To hell with everything else.”
Stephen Fry, Making History
Fists balled in the hollow of the eyes Sat in the old, creaky wicker chair The scream stuck in the pharynx Blue-overalls despair taking ho...
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