domenica, febbraio 05, 2012

KOSTENLOS STIMME

HE WAS NOTHING BUT OPAQUE.  OPAQUE IN HIS RELUCTANCE TO EXPRESS A TINY TASTE, LIKE...  LIKE WHAT HIS FAVOURITE SMELL WAS.  LEAVE ALONE THE BEST YEAR OF HIS LIFE.  THERE PROBABLY NEVER WAS ONE.  HE HAD BEEN BORN THE WEEK BEFORE, WHICH, IF NOT FRUSTRATING, WAS NOXIOUS TO HER DEEP, DEEP OBSESSION WITH BUILDING UP CHARACTERS.  

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