We do not trust the people or because they do not know them, or because they know them too well … (Say, an old aphorism)

Ah, suspicion of man Gnaw doubt melteshat suspicion popiskivayut speculation … Sometimes nightmares visit, and every day becomes more clear that all of oh, no accident. What is she thinking? Why dreamy smiles? Why is it that he changed the password to ICQ? Why humming when shaving? Read the rest of this entry »