"It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love."
I'm clearly involved in some sort of search for literary companionship in heartache. Perhaps J. Alfred and Pip are next on the list.
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oof. My heart.
How does one embitter an almond, anyway?
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2amsomewhere
the best kind of companionship.
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