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“The hell with her; I wouldn’t go back. But wouldn’t I? What about later on? Keeping the thought of her out of that bleak hotbox of a room was going to be like trying to dam a river with a tennis racket.”

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The Hot Spot

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Charles Williams
Charles Williams

Charles Williams, born on September 20, 1886, was a prominent British poet. His poetry is known for its profound philosophical insights and unique style, which had a significant impact on 20th-century British poetry. more

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