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[veronporter]

I don't know where to start... "For whom the bell tolls" had been my life as of late. So much even, I had convinced myself I was going to Madrid. With my own Maria. To find my own Gaylord's. I was delusional. And then, it ended. It all ended so bitterly. All that love, and hope, and comradeship, and you throw it all away over a broken fucking leg?

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[whereamianyway]

love that book.... he couldnt be saved. not even with horses, fucking horses.

[veronporter]

To be optimistic; I'm glad he didn't do the "bad thing". The cowardly thing. He kept his dignity, even under pressure. One can only wonder how many fascist fuck's he took out!

[veronporter]

p.s. I was kind of waiting/hoping you would reply.