staff who claim not to know a word of English beyond “awesome” and “sucks,” which for a vast range of human endeavor, actually, is more than enough . . .

when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only.

She thought she couldn’t face her demon
She was afraid she was going to lose 
But she didn’t lose 
She is becoming the girl she was before the demon
She is free

I strive to be brief, and I become obscure.

Written By Baltasar Gracian

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