My friends just make fun of me in some shape or form.
I tell you it's no joke to paint a portrait. I wonder that I am not more timid when I begin. I feel almost certain that I can do it. It seems very simple. I don't think of the time that is sure to come when I almost despair, when the whole thing seems hopeless.
The doctor punched my vein, the captain called me Cain, upon my belly sat the sow of fear.
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