The devil's tea is dangerously tempting, like a siren singing her enticing songs to a crew of doomed seamen. So, after a night spent at the house of the woman who brews it, in spite of danger, I had a second sip.
Bees, thousands of them. And among them, the woman I wish I had never seen and would never see again, but who I also wish would still be with me, and would be with me forever.
I finally found out why she acted like she has, I found out what my crime was: not wanting what she wanted, but willing to share it with her if it made her happy.
Life can be very lovely at times.
You're writing too much, you fat prick. It won't fit in a single page.
