I was struggling to just even went on for 2 pages on “The Catcher in the Rye”. But I read with ease and get to page 177 without even realizing it with “Summer and the City”. I guess I do not have a sophisticated mind after all.

What Hell Be Like?

What hell be like? It can’t be as literally as hot stick thrust into your throat and everlasting fire burns your flesh like the old children book used to describe. It must be something like deep remorse and shame of one self, so deep that it feels like you are actually burnt.
Well who knows?
Haha, I wonder all kind of craps at this hour.

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