2 thoughts on “It’s not you, it’s me

  1. “Drat, thwarted so close to freedom’s sweet caress… I dreamed for but a taste of the decadent west, and now my eulogy is sung by guard dogs and alarm bells.”

    Sigh. Story of my life.

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