„She loved sunsets and the moonlight, and all the different shades of purple when she got a bruise. She loved animals and most music genres, and don't get me started on how much she loved the cold. She liked how the stars shined and how the night sky was so unique. She loved mysteries and she loved him, mostly because he was a mystery, but the one thing she didn't love...was herself." - E. Grin
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MateiDenisa MateiDenisa 10 hours ago
Am inceput sa traduc "Steaua diminetii"."The measure of love is love without measure." (Bernard de Clairvaux)  With a past that constantly haunts her night after night and memories that prevent her...
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