“I’ve never loved any one else the way I love you. I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.’
‘Stop it. Harry, why do you have to turn into a devil now?’
‘I don’t like to leave anything,’ the man said. ‘I don’t like to leave things behind.”
― Ernest Hemingway
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