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It Marked The Beginning And, Of Course, An End. At That Moment A Chapter, No, A Whole Stage Of My Closed. Had I Known, And Had There Been A Spare Second Or Two, I Might Have Allowed Myself A Little Nostalgia.

No One Knew About The Squirrel’s Skull Beneath Briony Bed, But No One Wanted To Know.

However, Withered, I Still Feel Myself To Be Exactly The Same Person I've Always Been. Hard To Explain That To The Young. We May Look Truly Reptilian, But We're Not A Separate Tribe.

I've Never Had A Moment's Doubt. I Love You. I Believe In You Completely. You Are My Dearest One. My Reason For Life.

I Often Don't Read Reviews.