If we take habitual drunkards as a class, their heads and hearts will bear an advantageous comparison with those of any other class.

What could Maria call the time that opened ahead of her? The certainty of her hope? This rejuvenated air she was breathing? This incandescence, this bursting of a love at last without object?

Your friends drag you down, Gordie. Don't you know that? [...] Your friends do. They're like drowning guys that are holding onto your legs. You can't save them. You can only drown with them.

Best thing in the
World is you believe
In your self

Written By Anjali Prajapati

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