and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
James JoyceMots clés love araby irish_short_stories
I won't cry. When the guilt is this heavy, you can't. It just settles and stays with you, and it's cold.
Bethany GriffinBursts of hope make despair harder to live with.
Bethany GriffinShe has to live, Eliott. I owe her a lifetime of apologies.”
“Sometimes I think that’s all we owe our parents.
Mots clés parents araby eliott
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Or maybe the ugliness is in us.
That's just the way we are.
Underneath the pretense of civilization.
Mots clés araby
You have to remember that there are reasons to live, and that at least a few people are decent, and that the world is worthwhile some of the time, okay?”
I raise my face to his, wanting another kiss, but he stops me.
“You will remember?”
The balloon bumps downward again. His eyes are still closed.
“Why don’t you open your eyes?”
He opens one and squints at me for a second. “I’m terrified of heights,” he says.
Thank you for stitching me up" I say.
"I seem to have a talent for it.
Sit". I gesture to the chairs.
"I need to tell you something".
"You adore me and are having trouble keeping your hands to yourself?" he suggests.
"No". But my seriousness is lost on him.
He sits and pulls me close. "I'm having trouble keeping my hands to myself
I always thought about you. From the night I took you home. I never really stopped thinking about you.
Bethany GriffinAraby is good at getting men to sleep beside her without anything... happening
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