It's Permanent, Baby (Romance)
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Última publicación lun, sep 12, 2016
"We're too old for this Nate and you know it. Hell, I know it." She turns around and I see her eyes are soft this time.
"I found someone who finally makes me feel something, and these feelings are not just temporary. It's time you find someone who makes you feel too." And with that she turns the knob and walks out the door. Her long black hair is the only thing I see fleeting behind her before the mahogany door shuts behind her. The only thing she's left behind is the smell of cigarettes and crushed roses. I hate this smell now.
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