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the words weren’t mine

Did you take the path by the great barn or try the little track by the river? – Oh, Kate, it was all one to me. I know East Cheap from Golden Lane, but grass is grass

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30 Jul 2026
# 24.1

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17 Jul 2026
the country we really belong to is not, as rhetoric would have it, the one we love, but the one we are ashamed of, or can be ashamed of

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17 Jul 2026
# 23

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3 Jul 2026
I knew no one like that. All my friends died on purpose

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3 Jul 2026
# 22

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19 Jun 2026
And for which I’am sure she’ll go to Hell / For she makes me fuck her in church time

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14 Jun 2026
# 21

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5 Jun 2026
Once, walking home on a clear Princeton night, when a friend remarked, Looking at the stars, I feel my own futility, Panovsky replied, All I feel is the futility of the stars

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29 May 2026
# 20

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22 May 2026

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