vers was the only soundtrack t
ll center, a far cry from the life I once knew, after a spectacu
t contentment, building a new l
city clothes a stark violation of my humble world. She sneered at my surroundings, then
lent, my colleagues watch
calm, and delivered t
ng, about who I could possibly marry in "this wasteland." Mark mo
t to talk about my wife," I gro
hildren had made for my wife, and deliberately stomped on them, grinding them
hed innocence, and for the first time in f
lf be so naive, to truly