Albert Camus. Notebook (№ 173682)
I still can not forget you swept me of despair, when the mother told me that "I have grown up and will now get to the New year of useful gifts."
I still cringe when I give gifts of this kind. Of course, I knew that her mouth speaks love, but why is love sometimes so elects pathetic language?
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MegaMozg 12-01-2017 / 16:58
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