As we grow old, and our... «Different Class»

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  robot

  22 февраля 2018

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  As we grow old, and our memories blur and shift and recede with time, injustice is the one that stays most poignant, most persistent. Injustice outlives a broken limb; the death of a parent; a heart attack. Injustice is the tiny shard of something broken in the soul that can never be mended.

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