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Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.--empty.
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love-story
college-romance
childhood-friends
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Krista Ritchie |
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4d8a5ae
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"What's going to happen," he breathes, "is that I'm going to carry you through this door. I'm going to draw out every single moment until you're exhausted. And I'm going to move so slow that three months ago will feel like yesterday. And tomorrow will feel like today, and no one in this fucking universe will be able to say your name without saying mine."
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love-story
college-romance
childhood-friends
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Krista Ritchie |
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8f19f74
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I'm remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I'd remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.
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love-story
college-romance
childhood-friends
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Krista Ritchie |
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6d28959
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Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It's the kind of word you use to hide the truth.
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love-story
college-romance
childhood-friends
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Krista Ritchie |
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c3b8126
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. . . because we cannot conceive that as we grow up our own minds will become so enlarged and elevated that we ourselves shall then regard as trifling those objects and pursuits we now so fondly cherish, and that, though our companions will no longer join us in those childish pastimes, they will drink with us at other fountains of delight, and mingle their souls with ours in higher aims and nobler occupations beyond our present comprehension, but not less deeply relished or less truly good for that, while yet both we and they remain essentially the same individuals as before.
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childhood-friends
companionship
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Anne Brontë |