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I have always been one who wanted a great of love, admiration and respect from others without having to go to all the trouble of deserving it.

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She is always pretending she loves me, but look at her now. Am I in her thoughts? Is there a tender look in her eyes? Is she dreaming of me as she wal...more

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Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,' he had said. 'You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine acciden...more

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Here and there a man respected the operator. Instinctively the man felt in him a glowing resentment of something he had not the courage to resent.