Chewing and chewing, sometimes it’s the next best thing to fornicating – not that the former doesn’t happen during the latter.
The past, I could care less about – I have no qualms, no quarrels, questions, nor quandaries about it. I lived it. I was there. It was boring then, needing to question it is boring now.
Sometimes it's best to not know. Sometimes control means detachment. Always, honor has consequences.
It's a bitch.
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