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My mother is starving herself right now, because her fiancee said she was fat.

Because there is no justice that is allowed here.

Because justice would be gutting him while he screamed.

Self pity?

No.

Far from it.

This is self loathing.

And you know well enough about that.

i toast you
(i toast you every night)
you never will know
(you wouldn't believe)
what it is that i do
(for you)

Everything's gone dry.

It only gets to me in times like these.
It only gets to me in times like these.
It only gets to me in times like these.
And times like these are getting to me.

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When Mersault walked through the streets in the evening, proud as he watched the lights and shadows flicker across Marthe's face, everything seemed wonderfully simple, even his own strengh and his courage. He was grateful to her for displaying in public, at his side, the beauty she offered him day after day like some delicate intoxication. An ( Read more... )

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Ubi vīs plus vīs nimium.