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“I took your manuscript from the study this morning and I burned it,” she said.
Richard felt a soar in his chest of emotions he could not name. “The Basket of Hands,” the collection of pages that he was finally confident could become a book, was gone. He could never duplicate the unbridled energy that had come with the words. But it did not matter. What mattered was that by burning his manuscript she had shown him that she would not end the relationship; she would not bother to cause him pain if she was not going to stay. Perhaps he was not a true writer after all. He had read somewhere that, for true writers, nothing was more important than their art, not even love.

How much did one know of the true feelings of those who did not have a voice?

@ak_Consfanze_aK 那么早..我想都不敢想

明天又要上工了吗…我不想…

@civetkikyou 你不是说不买食物吗​​厨房纸也算吗

@jalian @gguu 52mm 不是直径，是宽度，也就是周长的一半，折算成直径是 33mm

@FLUCarrier 看起来在自杀。。要报警吗。。他都留了身份信息

@Sorawhale 呃我被提醒了两年“即将”，但什么也没发生，它也没说逾期是什么期。。
不过我最近还是上传了​​

今天把小辫子拆了梳了一下，结果梳下来好几根头发..很怕，我的辫子这么细，会不会留着留着这一绺头发就掉没了👉🏻👈🏻当时应该留粗一点的

Das einzige offene Lokal war das Café Roma, eine Kneipe der Spanienflüchtlinge, die nie schloss, aus dem einfachen Grund, weil es keine Türen gab.

有笑到，酒馆从不关门因为它没有门

Zum Glück hat er in dieser Bruderschaft der Zerstreuten nie Autofahren gelernt, denn wir hatten die Befürchtung, er würde nicht der Versuchung widerstehen können, auch beim Fahren zu lesen.

啊哈哈哈所以我才坐公共交通！

@palimpsest ​原来是我以前买的不够新鲜

@palimpsest 我也不会每天但感觉盖了盖子之后真的能放很久！所以这次发霉了我很意外…