It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. "I'll tell you a dream I had last night," continued the unfortunate being. “Is it any one you know?” Brendon asked. “I know nothing about your wife. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. “Well, if I find your conversation interesting I shall listen.
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