Wednesday, August 21, 2002

i couldnt get past this paragraph last night

'as she walked towards the cafe where david waited for her she thought of him with a pang of guilt. but we dont choose an object for our love, she told herself. love chooses us. lovers can always find an excuse for the hurt they do to others, she thought. and the excuse is always love itself'

return to peyton place - grace metalious

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