Reader, did you ever hate? I hope not. I never did but once; and I trust I never shall again. Somebody has called it "the atmosphere of hell"; and I believe it is so.
- Harriet Ann Jacobs
- Harriet Ann Jacobs
It starts in a hospital or in a car. Well, both really. But at the same time neither. It is a story which I'm afraid is all too familiar, the characters not quite far enough from reality for comfort.
Also, there is a guy drinking coffee three tables from me. Blogging as well. We could talk. But we wont. This makes more sense I suppose.
Also, there is a guy drinking coffee three tables from me. Blogging as well. We could talk. But we wont. This makes more sense I suppose.
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