I was told by someone I have never met that I was out of line for not asking them permission. Security culture forbids the words from exhaling: imprisoned in the lungs with parched lips immovable. My hands printed the lines that defined an idea that he drew in the afternoon in the house under watch and in the sun. She sold the experience at the table for fame and fair fortune. Blondes have more fun, yet Demian’s shadow laughs last.

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