A womans mistakes are different from a girls
My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.
For she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame.
You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.
Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.
Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.