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Love isn't something you can put on or take off like an suit, you know. If there 's one thing I know, it's women. I ought to. It is been my life work. They can not censor my memories. No matter what the situation. but, the past is a foreighn country. They do things differently there. I'm lonesome. Everything happens to me.
You are looking, at a very dull survival of a gaudy life. Just head for that shinning star. It'll take us rigfht home. The sun and the moon change, but the I knows no seasons. A man loves thing, that don't mean It's got to love her back. you love a thing, you gotta be grateful. cause, It's not that I'm publish. It's just that my heart told me never to enter any *** room in month ending in "Y".
I think they might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in english. A free man dies, he loses the pleasure. Let's there be killing. I was suicidal, as a matter of fact, and would have killed myself. Fools was wrong when her said I didn't know where this scripts left off and life began. A script has to make sense, and life doesn't.
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