Snatched it and committed to memory:
"What have they got in their newspapers? Not even tits coz they haven't got even tits!"
"He said Stretch her out. Well, I thought, I know only one way of stretching her..."
Day by day I learn things about people. Trust is so easy to repose, and each time I have been stabbed in the front. But I can't carry pain for so long. I forget and move on. So many ghosts travel in my memories.
A new beginning has to be made.