Dessie's friends were good and loyal but they were human, and humans love to feel good and they hate to feel bad.
Dessie's friends were good and loyal but they were human, and humans love to feel good and they hate to feel bad.
Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother
Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.
It was deeply a part of Lee's kindness and understanding that man's right to kill himself is inviolable, but sometimes a friend can make it unnecessary
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