Me.
Imaginary.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thus he kept watch over her, and liked to feel that she was there. The consciousness of her living presence stimulated him. But she remained more or less an ideal character, about whose form he began to weave curious and fantastic day-dreams.
This sounds all to familiar.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:37 PM
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