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Her Heart Was A Secret Garden And The Walls Were Very High.

You Think This Is A Trap Then?" The Count Asked. "i Always Think Everything Is A Trap Until Proven Otherwise," The Prince Answered. "which Is Why I'm Still Alive.

Yes, I Am A Failed Playwright. I Had Three Shows On Broadway By The Time I Was 30. They All Flopped, And I Fled.

He Held Up A Book Then. “i'm Going To Read It To You For Relax.” “does It Have Any Sports In It?” “fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad Men. Good Men. Beautifulest Ladies. Snakes. Spiders... Pain. Death. Brave Men. Cowardly Men. Strongest Men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.” “sounds Okay,” I Said And I Kind Of Closed My Eyes.

She Loves You," The Prince Cried. "she Loves You Still And You Love Her, So Think Of That--think Of This Too: In All This World, You Might Have Been Happy, Genuinely Happy. Not One Couple In A Century Has That Chance, Not Really, No Matter What The Storybooks Say, But You Could Have Had It, And So, I Would Think, No One Will Ever Suffer A Loss As Great As You.