What happened did we do?! Christ, but they read the papers? Oh well.
everything and start with the best Guinness in Dublin. And do not listen to critics or the fucking tour guides. The best drink in the Slattery's of Rathmines with your feet stretched by the fireplace in the room above.
Or maybe not. Maybe it all started with the paperback arrogance and an essential component of a literary pamphlet that someone - the same critics mentioned above, perhaps - took it for over. Or perhaps it was
Prague. Or some morning in Bologna with fernet diluted with water. Or a night at Monate drinking too much green tea .
The fact that it is again.
We did not end . We have made a new beginning .
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