The Flames of Romance

The Flames of Romance

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Guy Montag is forced to live in a society where everything is dark and gray but when he meets the love of his life, Clarisse, things start to brighten up. Montagkins knows that it's illegal to be in love with clarisse in a world where books and minors are forbidden but he can't put out the fire of his undying love. "...She's 17 and crazy and when I'm with her... I feel 17 and crazy too..." -guy montag "...He's been acting strange lately... I can't put my finger on it but something's changed..." -Beatty "...he has a different emotion... something that isn't angry or unhappy..." -Mildred montag "...my uncle always taught me to chase my dreams which is why I followed montag home..." -clarisse McClellan "Montag?" Clarisse asked him one day "What is it sugarcookiehoneybuns?" Montag responded "Are you a car? Because i want you to hit me with your bumper." She smiled slyly.
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