
The DeMotte Mercantile & Sell-It-Again, Since 1910
That’s how I’ve always known it.
That’s how I’ve always known it.
now know the truth: such behavior is deplorable.
There was certainly a sort of hubris involved—I don’t let a machine think for me.
A romantic war of moral good and evil without really wanting to realise that we’ve all fallen into the same trap.
I buy my own presents when the day is a bit rough.
There’s an element to comedy (and storytelling in general) where the participants concede to a certain suspension of disbelief.
It’s a cruel fate to be so close to those we love but feel so exhausted in keeping up with them as we want to.
All of us still named the same reality.
I wish for you to be the only ones visiting the ruined abbey that presides over a jewel-toned valley.
The gym is not cheap, yet it delivers your endorphins with such convenience and style that it feels excusable.