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My stories

The Story Eliza told Otto on their wedding night.

You asked me to tell you how love came into being. Here it is, the little story. For a long time I have thought about it on long winter nights, how everything started and how everything unfolded.

Badoo

They’d live happily in groups, chat face to face, meet in gardens and sport fields and never leave. Instead they sit till the small hours sending texts promising dream lives, devotion

solace

Where to find the soft cushions of solace? Not in the wintry days that started so confidently with untimely buds forming and now the spring frozen worlds. I wanted butterflies
Cherry

Encounter

yes, we have learned about pain

Unperturbed

With a final drive words open and split when they sap the long winding path to the heart. She'd purge her sins and fix them in daisy chains, whereas his wild roses would fade aspiring

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