Her love of flowers is really her special charisma. For no man loves flowers as women can. She looks calmly at the graceful petunias and says, in a small far away voice, "They have an enchanting scent." But I can hear the oceans of desire shattering in her heart.
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Memoirs Of A Crying Darling
RandomShe always tried to write happy stories and think happy thoughts and to adumbrate the future that may or may not await her.
