That was the year, my... «Slouching Towards Bethlehem»

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  3 января 2018

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  That was the year, my twenty-eighth, when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and every procrastination, every mistake, every word, all of it.

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