All I've never known.
Her gray, sun-strained REDACTED stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our REDACTED, and for a moment I thought REDACTED loved REDACTED. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that REDACTED back home. I’d been writing letters once a week and signing them: “Love, REDACTED,” and all I could think of was how, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint mustache of REDACTED appeared on her upper lip. Nevertheless there was a vague understanding that had to be tactfully broken off before I was REDACTED.
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few REDACTED people that I have ever known.
Beep Boop.
Biff Baff.
Have a good REDACTED.
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