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Don't Get Caught Up In Fashion Games. These Kids Probably Think We're Old, Nark Conformists Or Something, But Really, They're Just Conforming In Their Own Ways. They're Conforming To Nonconformity.

Would He Have Said He Loved Me? I Would Ask Myself That For The Rest Of My Life.

I Felt A Strange Fluttering Sensation In My Chest. Butterflies, Cardiac Arrest . . . It Was Hard To Say What Exactly.

That's What Humanity Is: A Series Of Successes And Failures, A Testing Of One's Own Nature And Aptitude. Neither The Body Nor The Soul Can Sustain Such A State. Eventually It Consumes A Person

Whether It's Simply Some Fierce Animal Joining Of Mates Or A Sublime Merging Of Souls, She Is Mine, And I Am Hers.