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1 июля 2015 г., 17:50
Beth touches these things inside us sometimes. Inside me. It is one of her gifts, deeply misunderstood by others. It sounds like she’s being mean, but she’s not. Sick, sick, sick. It’s something you feel constantly, the thing you fight off all the time.
The knot of hot boredom lodged behind your eyes, so thick and grievous you want to bang your head into the wall, knock it loose.
