Andrew begins to imagine that he has been mistranslated, or — what is the word? — supertranslated, his novel given to an unacknowledged genius of a poet who worked his mediocre English into breathtaking Italian.

Bro since I got dirtpilled on Tuesday I have made sooo many worm friends and made them soo many little houses to get married in. Me? Lonely? No you’re the lonely one u lawn owning freak