The inner machinations of a middle-class peasant.

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the tales we tell define who we are.

The Monday night is especially interesting. When you have to spend it alone at the beginning, it definitely makes you feel dead. Maybe in the sense of not much to do, to be still? But, that jolt of life that love likes to spark, is all the more enjoyable when you feel it.

please talk to me.