Word on the street is
that is one forgettable face.
that is one forgettable face.
When a woman is on the cusp of life (she could be any one of those tender ages) and she is artistic and well-learned in the literary arts. When she craves romantic spontaneity, the experience of a sudden marriage because it makes for an incredible, heart wrenching story. When she feels any amount of self-loathing for her lifestyle, her living beyond her years, her 'lost' youth, her body and figure which survive as a result and reminder of how she is 'supposed' to act or live. When she is all of these things, desires all of these things, and is afraid of all of these things-
Why would she catalyze the aging process because somebody shares a record collection?
Why knock another ten years off, eliminate those experiences and that romance, to shut everything off and live as a house-wife with extremely limited cooking skills?
Most of all...
Why fake love, and fake live?
You got spontaneity for a day, now it's scripted.
Why would she catalyze the aging process because somebody shares a record collection?
Why knock another ten years off, eliminate those experiences and that romance, to shut everything off and live as a house-wife with extremely limited cooking skills?
Most of all...
Why fake love, and fake live?
You got spontaneity for a day, now it's scripted.
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