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Once upon a time, on the North Shore of Long Island, not far from New York, there was a quaint house.With lots of woods and gardens to get lost in. On these grounds lived a small girl. And life was pleasant there and very, very simple. But, then one day, the girl grew up and went beyond the walls of the grounds and found the world.
The way I see it, I got three choices. One, I can shoot him. Two, I can kick the crap out of him. Or three, I give you up.and well, all that's no good. You see, 'cause none of those options get me you.
ReplyDeleteAs I follow you, and as I know you so well. I can already predict was has become. Life is so short, respect one another, desire on another and most of all cherish for romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone. We shall not make the same mistake.
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