4:17am
For him, rules always exist. In black, or white. Regarding this, or that. In now, or never. It can never be both.
She had come to discover that it was rather difficult to love such a person without a niggling fear floating somewhere in the subconscious.
And it is always difficult to love such a person without despising a little, too.
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Prompted by this. [Though I'm rather late].
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- 26 November 2007 / 9:23 pm
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