It was sad, it was sad, it was sad. When Betty came back we didn't sing or laugh, or even argue. We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching. We had both been robbed.
Charles Bukowskiand getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it
Charles BukowskiThe centuries are sprinkled with rare magic with divine creatures who help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us
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