By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.

By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.

And whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his.

I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, “at nine o’clock. Don’t open your door to anyone else.” “Not even my balcony door?” “Especially not your balcony door.

Peppo!" I yelled, pulling at my cousin's suspenders. "I really don't want to be arrested, okay?" "Don't worry!" Peppo turned a corner and accelerated as he spoke. "I go too fast for police!

.... "death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!

Perhaps. But the firstborn of hope is tragedy.