Nov 19, 2022
Louis hasn't been feeling to well in this past month
Sylvia got married to Emmet Weaver sh is now Sylvia Weaver they moved into Emmets home together. Theodore met a new friend.
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Louis hasn't been feeling to well in this past month
Sylvia got married to Emmet Weaver sh is now Sylvia Weaver they moved into Emmets home together. Theodore met a new friend.
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Louis got a fever after being out in the storm and sadly passed away the funeral was a small affair everyone got to say one last goodbye to him. Theodore took it the hardest out of everyone he stayed in his room for a long time before they moved louis furniture out of their room.
Vincent met Caroline and Developed a crush on her while at school.
Louis Edwards’s latest follows a young boy who seems destined for a life of disappointment but proves that a positive attitude can lead to great rewards.
Ramadan Ramsey by Louis Edwards https://amzn.to/37DHlDw
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Why I Support Manchester United
Why I Support Manchester United
The Manchester United I began supporting as a boy were far removed from the Manchester United of today.
I first started going to Old Trafford in 1965 and sat in the Stretford End whenever United were at home. Deemed too young to go to away games, (that was the excuse anyway), my father would take me to Maine Road to watch City whenever United were away.
City never held the same attraction for me…
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It was the kind of kiss that robbed mirrors and masks of their powers. This kiss, the pressing of lips, was a call for silence. It made the existence of secrets meaningless, as there was no means of telling them--even as it boldly created new secrets. The kiss killed language, asphyxiated the lie, strangled the truth. And yet, somehow it spoke. First, Traquair heard only its hearty laugh at logic. Then he listened as it redefined reason as sensation, as taste and touch. The kiss was a long essay spoken by the lips of a philosopher of feeling, and it had a strange relationship to poetry, even as its chemistry dissolved rhyme. The poet who would follow the odd but swift rhythm of its meter would always create a literature ahead of its time.
Louis Edwards in his novel, Oscar Wilde Discovers America