What is wrong with you?
Wrong with me? Maybe you’re asking the wrong question. What is wrong with you, Dad? You know him. You’ve known him for years.
Wrong with me? Maybe you’re asking the wrong question. What is wrong with you, Dad? You know him. You’ve known him for years.
What’s the point of it all? We all die anyway and sink into the amber.
Friction can wear away at a surface, at a person, but we couldn’t live in a frictionless world.
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