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07-25-2009, 08:55 PM
"Doesn't mean she had the right to talk to you like that." She pushed her hair out of her face. "Look, I don't have to go tonight. I would understand. I don't fit in with your crowd, and I don't want you to have choose between them and me."
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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