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I shall die here, every inch of me shall perish… except one. An inch. It’s small and it’s fragile and it’s the only thing...
If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding,...
Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind. It’s *If Beale Street Could Talk*, and **This Film is Lit**. - Let...