Saturday, May 1, 2004
I wish to buy from life five cents worth of joy. As I’m poor, five cents is all I can afford to pay to be able to kiss you as I have you in my arms. If afterwards — finding myself no longer with you — I become the most miserable man in existence, so be it, just as long as I get my five cents worth of joy… with you.
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