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“I’m a writer. Bullshit is my business.”
She was in that highest rank of beauties that inspired stupid men to commit foolish acts and made wiser men despair for their inadequacies.
Once the golden phase had passed, the sun used only the red and orange spectrum of its palette to paint the sky in advance of the long night of darkness, and by reflection the harbor waters caught fire.
utopian schemes that ensure dystopia.
