Finally I had to admit that I cocked up, but it was my time to laugh now as Richard's motorhome was falling apart. After screaming for twenty minutes straigh up we finally stopped to rebuild Hammonds shed. Over seven hours on the road and we finally got somewhere close to the campsite. Between getting to the campsite and having driven seven hours, my car had a bad case of diarrhea. Getting to the campsite an hour later than the lunatic and the retard, Hammond was still putting up his motorhome or motortent, -castle, -kingdom not sure but he was still putting it up. After watching Hammond struggle we finally decided to go to a pub. We had a couple of pints me and James and hours later went back to the campsite to see Hammond still putting up his whatever thing it was. As the wind began to blow harder and harder I felt quite sorry for Hammond and then went to sleep
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regular drug-abuser, a drug-addict. Everything Dorian had gone through appeared in the picture, not in real life, because it was what he had wanted and prayed for after meeting lord Henry Wotton. At the end, Dorian gets so low in his behaviour and beliefs (he only believes in beauty as such, art and other sensuous pleasures) that even after turning his back to Basil, B tries to help him, save him from his ,,ideal life" of sensuous pleasures, but Dorian acts like a lunatic and stabs Basil in the back. After that awful deed, blood appears on Dorian's hands in the picture. He only did it because Basil had found out about Dorian's biggest secret, the secret of all...
"Where's the rest of your family?" I asked -- more than glad to be alone with him, but remembering that his car was usually full. "They took Rosalie's car." He shrugged as he parked next to a glossy red convertible with the top up. "Ostentatious, isn't it?" "Um, wow," I breathed. "If she has that, why does she ride with you?" "Like I said, it's ostentatious. We try to blend in." "You don't succeed." I laughed and shook my head as we got out of the car. I wasn't late anymore; his lunatic driving had gotten me to school in plenty of time. "So why did Rosalie drive today if it's more conspicuous?" "Hadn't you noticed? I'm breaking all the rules now." He met me at the front of the car, staying very close to my side as we walked onto campus. I wanted to close that little distance, to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid he wouldn't like me to. "Why do you have cars like that at all?" I wondered aloud. "If you're looking for privacy?"
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