I think they liked me for the wrong reasons and the wrong reasons were continue and people continue it to portraits lies about reality.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
The Bitter Passion, like love, a bit of fluff.
"Her desire was no secret. One evening front outside of the hotel in the car she came straight out with it, putting her hand on his arm and saying in a soft, excited whisper, Why couldn't there be something for us? So she hands the Black and kisses him gently....
...he had lived here for several years, and there had been several girls during this time. None lasted more than enough or so, and then he would stay by himself...
...but not after he meets her, Green Light for Love."