Tick. Tock Tick. Her cherry-red lipstick is imprinted on the wine glass. Her black sequined dress is gleaming glittering quaintness. A grotesque elegance for the blue-eyed girl. His jealousy is prickly and sickening, such a juicy incidence. Shallow and stale, he is nutty and sour. The other is running, backwards and downwards, spiralling straightforward into the nothing. No!... something it itchy, an exuberant mess. Old-fashioned and gentle… red wine spills, this gifted little nonentity is something of the sort, a royal obedient, ripe and ready. Thump! Thump! Thump! ... Laughter is the best medicine.
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"Be what you would seem to be -- or, if you'd like it put more simply -- Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise".
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