По-моему, люди напоминают скорбных глазами, которые при свете дня чувствуют резь, а в темноте нет, и поскольку темнота не причиняет им страданий, они её любят. Как иначе могли бы вымыслы то и дело одерживать верх над истиной, не будь их победы завоёваны удовольствием?
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fable deplorably on the lounge truly, my crybaby narcotize!!!!