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-" I don't understand the magnificence of fantasy in bleeding from my

lungs!"

-" You must blend in the atmosphere. Don't worry, the illness won't kill

before I get back to you. Besides, it gives more suavity, and elegance

that must allure any man. Alfred de Morse, the great French poet had an

aortic concussion that came from syphilis. So, the literate George sand

left him and chose Chopin over him because the latter had only tetanus.

Tetanus always win!

And soon, he left. July found herself infront of the huge gate of

dostoyevsky's horrible world.