It was really hot. I was going to go and visit Tom after work, but I melted like a flower when I got home. And I just couldn't. Easy for the healthy, you say. Tom would agree with you.
The healthy always have tomorrow.
I had a long talk to him on the phone, instead. He’s trying to adjust to his deteriorated eye sight. It’s so unfair. What good thing could come out of this? What fair universe would give him cancer and then because of a doctor's mistake, take his eye sight away from him?
What good? I ask you?
That is the act of a cuntful universe and, (if he possibly exists at all) a hateful god. There is no other explanation.
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