John Fowles. The sorcerer (№ 1936)
I know what it is when you leave. Week dies, the week was just painful, and then begin to forget, and then think that nothing happened, that was not with you, and you spit on everything. And I say to myself: Dingo, it's life, so it is arranged. That's how this stupid life. As if he lost something forever.
№ 1936 Added
MegaMozg 31-12-2016 / 19:25
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