Vittima dell'intolleranza sociale verso comportamenti devianti.

Very deep. You should send that in to the Reader's Digest. They've got a page for people like you.

I could see jabs from his flashlight cutting into the woods on either side of me. He was back there, somewhere. The light beam was like a knife and I didn't want it on my back.

Before long, Maxine finds herself wandering around clicking on everything, faces, litter on the floor, labels on bottles behind the bar, after a while interested not so much in where she might get to than the texture of the search itself.

Written By Thomas Pynchon

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