Quédate aquí hasta que tú misma contestes. No tienes sitio adonde ir; no puedes moverte; no puedes empezar a planearte un camino hasta... hasta que sepas lo suficiente como para escoger un final.

Flung is too harsh a word for the rush of the world. Blown is more like it, but blown by a generous, unending breath.

We would sit in the living room, drink a case of Busch beer, and throw the empty cans into the kitchen for no reason whatsoever, beyond the fact that it was the most overtly irresponsible way for any two people to live.

Written By Chuck Klosterman

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