It is not a single act, or a single event, which determines a lasting relationship. Human beings are often abused and deranged, indeed, before they can be thought of as compatible for one another; and the prospect of the future must be thought of as good as the experience of the past was bad. When things are in that lamentable condition, the nature of the disease is to indicate the remedy to those whom nature has qualified to administer in extremities this critical, ambiguous, bitter love potion to a distempered state. The wise will determine from the gravity of love; the irritable, from oppression to sensibility; the brave and bold, from the honorable danger in that generous cause; but, with or without right, love for another will be the final recourse of the thinking and the good.
Into the January night-and-morning streets goes Jungkook. The night is brightly pricked with cool and tender stars. The orchard stirs leafily in the short fresh wind. Jungkook prowls softly out of the sleeping building. His chiseled bright face is dark within the orchard. His pigeon-toed tan slippers ring lazily up the empty streets. All the while Nayeon slept slightly-- she slipped, spun, held, plowed slowly up, like a straining mule, into the dark.
Into the January night-and-morning streets goes Jungkook. The night is brightly pricked with cool and tender stars. The orchard stirs leafily in the short fresh wind. Jungkook prowls softly out of the sleeping building. His chiseled bright face is dark within the orchard. His pigeon-toed tan slippers ring lazily up the empty streets. All the while Nayeon slept slightly-- she slipped, spun, held, plowed slowly up, like a straining mule, into the dark.
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