I just wanted to tell only one thing that I really really miss you so much

Ishmael was looking at him through narrowed eyes. “This is very important to you, this box.” “It’s important to the world.”  Ishmael said: “The sun rises, and the sun sets. Sometimes it rains. We live, then we die.” He shrugged.  He would never understand, Wolff thought; but others would.

My friends gave me the first songs which was the first food in my soul for me.

As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.

Written By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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