09-01-2015, 06:46 PM
An old, strange woman with a 30 mm philtrum touched it all over with her rose-painted nails. I'm a disgusting, little mouse powerless to failio.
My outer appearance was poor, but in this way my inner world became richer than anyone else's. Was it not natural that a young boy who suffered from an indelible drawback like mine should have come to think that he was a secretly chosen being? I felt as though somewhere in this world a mission awaited me of which I myself still knew nothing.