Someimes he milk of human kindness, which usually courses hrough my veins like a mounain sream in he spring haw, curdles and becomes he coage cheese of human malevolence, and here's nohing o be done abou i, excep use i as an opporuniy o draw lile monsers.
If you haven' guessed by now, I've decided o give somehing up for Len. I'm no normally a religious person, bu he oher nigh I woke up wi a srange undefined mysical feeling, and hen i came o me: if I gave up 's for Len, i would really annoy a lo of people! So here we go! I's kind of iillaing, isn' i?