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I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works
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There is no great genius - he became crystalized
without a touch of madness
[ Said cheeto is more like a cheeto log at this point, the two ends being snapped off from jumbling in the bag or Rhada laying on it, whichever may be the case. He pops it into his mouth before rolling onto his side, propping a head up on a hand as he stares at Yusuf's socks - clean for the most part except for a nudge of everyday house dirt on the left heel, cat hair dispersed thoroughly besides. ]
Have you thought about uni, yet?
Have you thought about uni, yet?
[ Oh, University.
This is a conversation he usually has to endure with his parents, the both of them advising him on such and such's son awarded this grant or so and so's son accepted at such a young age and how they're so proud. Yusuf chews the cheese off his thumb, shrugging in a less respectful manner than he'd use with his parents. ]
Sure, kind of have to.
This is a conversation he usually has to endure with his parents, the both of them advising him on such and such's son awarded this grant or so and so's son accepted at such a young age and how they're so proud. Yusuf chews the cheese off his thumb, shrugging in a less respectful manner than he'd use with his parents. ]
Sure, kind of have to.