Elizabeth Taylor in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf reminds me so very much to that relationship almost forgotten, as a literary as I have. But I still remember my cries, my insults, blows. Remember, Celedonio?
of not having thrown over the terrace of your attic, our nest would now be very similar to this one nest, George and Martha in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf . Now, two years after the fall, I thank you for having cast into the abyss. Thank you for two years of antidepressants and antipsychotics. Anything but disrespect and violence.
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