(all has a the kind of leery tilt in his words.... spat...)
she even fell for my trap....
There are two 'she's
ok one and a half and the half died....
Unless Tolstoy was right....and
(but not the fuckin Christian death cultist last two pages...)
And it all started 6 April 2020...me sat at the river rereading him...and along walked ones worst ever enemy... (last week she-drunk)
And it is what literature is....for.
