These endless afternoons are asking me to swallow my loneliness, and I am hungry for nothing but love. August is not holy for people like us.
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ODYSSEY . . . malcolm pace
When the world is over and we go under, will you still be mine?
PJO / BOOK ONE.
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ROOT OF YOUR ISSUES . . . jason gr...
The same loneliness that closes us opens us again.
HOO / BOOK TWO.
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