"So, I suppose, I’ve just had to slowly accept that I was going to have perfection in my life, thrashed about in my face like vomit of my six-month-old niece. It doesn’t help that it’s a bit of a lie, if there can be such thing as weight in untruths. For certainly, just as much as our past times are filled to the water-load of falsehood, there’s a depth of knowledge I couldn’t begin to explain. At least, I can’t reveal it quite yet. I’m still thrown into every situation my body seems to be able to muster up for me. And, all of those glorious situations I am talking about, seem to correspond around him."
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