“I don’t like the way you’re making me feel right now.” Drake tightened his grip on Daisy’s wrist. He’d followed them to her boarding house just off Orchard Street, where they stood in the hallway wallpapered in green damask. 731 more words
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The Westlake Review
They say that Hope is happiness— But genuine Love must prize the past; And mem’ry wakes the thoughts that bless They rose the first—they set the last.
“Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances.”
~ William Powell