Three times is enough, she thought. Nobody would be the fourth. "You look like someone from my past, to whom I had dreams. Never have I thought that it all comes true one day." - Gita, to Irga "You're way too nice that I don't want to marry you. I don't want to see your imperfections because you're just way too perfect already." Gita, to Orvi "I'm one of three? Well, if you dare consider me that way, why can't I do the same? You're one of three, too. The last one." - Gita, to RioTutti i diritti riservati
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