"How do you always have one of that in your hand and still question me?"
"How do you always have something keeping you up at night and still question me?"
"You know that sounds real doubled meaning?"
"This is a work of fiction. Ends in 400 pages. This, life, never ends."
"Death."
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, don't I always."
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About Love
Short StoryWhere A girl who reads romantic books all day, & A boy who has seen more hate and loss than anything else, Talk about Love.
