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Whatever Else Is Unsure In This Stinking Dunghill Of A World A Mother's Love Is Not.

A Dim Antagonism Gathered Force Within Him And Darkened His Mind As A Cloud Against Her Disloyalty: And When It Passed, Cloudlike, Leaving His Mind Serene And Dutiful Towards Her Again, He Was Made Aware Dimly And Without Regret Of A First Noiseless Sundering Of Their Lives.

White Wine Is Like Electricity. Red Wine Looks And Tastes Like A Liquified Beefsteak.

Always See A Fellows Weak Point In His Wife.

Signatures Of All Things I Am Here To Read.