methinks I should hear with indifference if a trustworthy messenger were to inform me that the sun drowned himself last night
that's why metheorologists are always mistaken: they don't care
"Seven pounds, six ounces," the old man said. Sixty years later he could recite the exact weight, height, and time of birth of each of his children. He kept to himself his memory of their first fresh pink breaths.
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