The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street. The career of our play brought us through the dark muddy lanes behind the houses, wher The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the...
but you are destined to repeat it until you realize, you are doing this to yourself. You contacted him, he said a bunch of flowery BS, that you were all too happy to hear, believe and accept. You jumped right in and got stung. Do you really think ...