You know who I am, Mr. Flannagan, I'm the girl in the afternoon.
martes, 29 de diciembre de 2009 3:04 a. m.
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The trouble is, people get too attached to each other, things drag on...scenes, tears. Everything gets so maudlin. I think people should always behave as though they were between planes. It's basic. He who loves and runs away, lives to love another day.




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