Citas
“The mist on the glass is congealing, ’tis the hurricane’s icy breath. And it shows how the warmth of friendship grows cold in the clasp of death. So stand, stand to your glasses steady, and drink to your sweetheart’s eyes.”
Beautiful writing
. I always drank chocolate milk instead of Coke or something
real
e looked twelve. He acted forty.
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