With each passing letter that came, the temptation to open and read them grew. But Vince held to his conviction and set this one, too, aside with the others. He didn’t have much to his name anymore in this small flat in the middle of nothing and nowhere. But neither would he allow any threads to pull him back to someplace he didn’t belong.
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i desire very little but the things i do consume me