In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can&#39;t remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.

nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. There's nobody here I can love, all the people I could love are dead or elsewhere. Who knows where they are or what their names are now? They might as well be nowhere, as I am for them. I too am a missing person.

expiring assets.[3] Your knowledge becomes out of date as new techniques, languages, and environments are developed.

People changing according to time and place..!

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