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sábado, 13 de agosto de 2011

How did we have it all? How did we have everything we wanted and then even more? We had each other. But no, that didn't satisfy us. We're now strangers . No, not strangers. We have a past. We'll never be strangers. 
Stories never really end, even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.

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