Gold

I love this kind of story, where a mother tells her wide-eyed child tales of her own youth, putting all the child’s rebellion in the shade…

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mysterioso

I play bass, I cook, I look out the window. Sometimes I prefer wondering what's out there to going out and looking. But not all the time. I only recently learned that leaving two spaces after a full stop is obsolete.

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