I could barely breathe as I fled down the steps, like something was stuck in my throat. I couldn't tell what flavor it was; it tasted salty like tears, but it was sharp as broken glass.
Laura BickleThere is only one way to a man's heart. Through gentleness. Not by getting angry or jealous.
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