Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?
Believe, believe, believe
What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?
Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.
Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental.
You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.