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08-08-2007, 08:11 PM
Morgana looked at him. "You know that every cig you smoke, you're slowly killing yourself." She hated smokers and always tried to avoid them. Normally, she wouldn't say anything, but this time she couldn't stop herself.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
Last edited by Miranda_ : 08-11-2007 at 05:33 PM.
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