โ๐ธ& #39;๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐;
๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.โ
โ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ท๐๐พ๐บ
๐ธ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ข
๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.โ
โ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ท๐๐พ๐บ
๐ธ๐ถ๐ธ๐ท ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ข
"In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasnโt the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white...
sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert."
โOn the contrary, she is one of us. Most decidedly. She is us more than we are us. She is, I think, who we really are. Or were.โ
"Ironically, as we discovered and distinguished ourselves, a new collective came into beingโa vitality, a presence, a spirit that had not been there before."
I saw. I heard. I understood. I suffered. But whose sake was I suffering for? I kept thinking of Seรฑor Saguaroโs question: Whose affection do you value more, hers or the othersโ?
"I had linked myself to an unpopular person. That was my crime. "
I HATE HIGH SCHOOL
I HATE HIGH SCHOOL
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