The girl shrugs again. She gets the feeling the conversation is heading towards love, a subject she is completely unqualified to talk about.
The girl shrugs again. She gets the feeling the conversation is heading towards love, a subject she is completely unqualified to talk about.
Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid
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