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Это бета-версия LiveLib. Сейчас доступна часть функций, остальные из основной версии будут добавляться постепенно.
Можно ли влюбиться через оптический прицел?
Никогда не нравилось виски, сказал он мне. Но я пью потому что в нём столько историй.
I loved that poem until they taught it to me in high school. Did you know there is a Hidden Meaning?
Funny how you can live a whole life waiting and not knowing it. <...> Waiting for your real life to begin. Maybe the most real thing the end. To realize that when it's too late.
Before I could locate myself: I am a widower. I am fighting for survival. I am the keeper of something, not sure what, not the flame, maybe just Jasper. Now I couldn't. I didn't know what I was. So grieve.
There is a pain you can't think your way out. You can't talk it away. <...> You can't metabolize the loss. It is in the cells of your face, your chest, behind your eyes, in the twists of your guts. Muscle sinew bone. It is all of you.
They bred dogs for everything else, even diving for fish, why didn't they breed them to live longer, to live as long as a man?