hope: You worry about you, then, if that's how you feel. hope: Don't take Ordine at his word, though. He's incapable of not phrasing everything he says in the most flippant disaffected way possible to stave off the mortifying ordeal of being known. hope: Reminds me of someone. Name's on the tip of my tongue.
Re: 349, late night, early 350
hope: Don't take Ordine at his word, though. He's incapable of not phrasing everything he says in the most flippant disaffected way possible to stave off the mortifying ordeal of being known.
hope: Reminds me of someone. Name's on the tip of my tongue.