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07-25-2009, 10:33 PM
She sighed. "I know you are, but I guess...I've always been in control. I've always just been this way and its never really been pointed out to me." She paused. "How about...whenever I start to take control, you let me know." She rubbed his arm.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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