If You Can't Fix It, You Have

And It May Be That Love Sometimes Occurs Without Pain Or Misery.

He Pressed His Face Into The Fabric And Breathed In Slowly Through His Mouth And Nose, Hoping For The Faintest Smoke And Mountain Sage And Salty Sweet Stink Of Jack But There Was No Real Scent, Only The Memory Of It, The Imagined Power Of Brokeback Mountain Of Which Nothing Was Left But What He Held In His Hands.

I Would Rather Be Dead Than Not Read

If You Can't Fix It, You Have To Stand It.

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