He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.
He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.
And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.
I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends.
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