a million women are your mother.

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"...On the same night he said, I'm sorry I can't do anything to help, he wrote me a long letter. It was about himself, full of helplessness and regret. At the end of the letter he added this: Things deeply felt cannot help but last. He wrote: People cannot always live and love in the same way; nothing remains as it was. He wrote: We must chnge in

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[brit_o]

juh wooooles.
i miss you.