Wrong isn’t wrong, it is just a little less right It is wright we scream to ourselves. To him who is pure, all things are pure. and so the rest of us who are tainted see everything through skewed lenses …
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IN LOVE WITH A STRANGER (PART 2) by Endurance Victor She went home that evening after their first meeting, thinking about all that happened. Lying down comfortably on her well-laid bed, she smiled and asked herself this question “could this …
There I was on that good evening hauling myself home, tired, worn out from dragging a Toshiba tecra A9 that had given up the ghost mysteriously alongside my books plus a newly hijacked zinox smart laptop that’s supposed to be …
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