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Friday, May 11, 2018

Why should I be thinking about mimicry and chameleons? I haven’t any use for such notions.

Love:

Suddenly the colour-blind young man looked up behind the branches of a bush. The bush resisted his passage.

‘Listen’, the colour-blind man said.

Shuvalov lifted his head, sweetness clinging to his cheek.

‘Don’t follow me around like a dog’, Shuvalov said.

‘Listen. I agree. You take my retina and give me your love’.

‘Go and eat blue pears’, said Shuvalov.

Yury Olesha.

ntodd

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