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Do you want me to go? Rory, do you want me to go? No. Okay, cause if you think climbing in that window was hard.. Shh

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Why now? I had a moment of clarity.

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Café de flore

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Michael Trevino and Jeanine Mason as Kyle Valenti and Liz Ortecho in The CW’s Roswell, New Mexico teaser trailer. 

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Jeanette Winterson, The Passion

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Nick, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

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Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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We've met once before, you know. You called me pretty inside your shop in main street- asked me if I wouldn't mind standing still while you took my measurements. I was there to buy thread. You insisted on making me a dress. Beautiful, you said, inspiring- you marvled with such enthusiasm I could've sworn you were speaking to someone else but there was no one when I looked behind me, just the mannequins strewn about donning silks and satins and the little porcelain doll nestled amongst the frills and bows of the children's display.

I tried to tell you, that I wasn't the right one, but you were so stubborn. You just wouldn't listen, would you? You were wasting your time, your breath- I wasn't fit to be your muse nor you the artist who admires me, but your hands were as gentle as your voice and your smile held calm I could only dream of. "What color do you like?" You asked as if you couldn't tell. "Red." It's always been red- the blood that stains my hands, fills my vision as the anger bubbles up and the blade comes down whirring, the shout of an unfortunate woman. You'll end up like that too if you keep this up.

Do you want a blade lodged in your chest? Your clothes, that pristine white shirt of yours will be red too and those kind eyes will no longer be soft. I will dig through your guts with my bare hands and claw out your heart for it will be my prize whether you like it or not. Will you love me then? Will you love me at my most fearsome with my eyes aglow and merciless touch, or will you regret it all? It's always regret. You won't be able to handle me.

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