Rolling onto my stomach, I... «Jane Steele»
RamingoWS2 октября 2017Rolling onto my stomach, I buried my head in my arms and wept. I have seen, employed as a literary phrase, that characters wept as though the world were ending; the world ending, I thought, would be better than continuing to deceive compassionate people, lying from dawn to dusk because to stop lying would mean ceasing to be entangled with them.
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