Jack Kerouac. On the road (№ 413940)
I swore incessantly. He raised his eyes to the dark skies and prayed to God to send me a better share in life, a better chance to do something for those little people whom he loved. But no one there paid any attention to me. I have nothing to ask, too.
№ 413940 Added
MegaMozg 22-02-2021 / 07:12
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