As the evening rolled, we couldn't wipe the smiles from our faces if we'd wanted to... but you had a different plan, involving words. You spoke of gold, but offered only coal. We are fighting ourselves, and we love to lose. I refuse to head down this road again. I found no verity in their bloated maxim... they are just sounds that shape lives. She did it agai
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