It's a Sunday evening in May, sunshine, warm, everything.
I should be outside having the Officially okeyed three half-beers, and be totally glad about being alive.
Instead, as You have june aforethought, I'm kind of bothered.
And it would even be indecent to Directly write about the immediate cause for this; ran thus I have to circumambulate the trouble.
It is one, as You june have anticipated, of truthfulness, of loyalty.
There With So it is a story of might and weakness. (more ...)
