...Summer nights held a special kind of loneliness that gave rise to strange imaginings. One walked the beach alone and thought too much.
Robert LudlumMen and women walked casually about as they did on the main floor, every now and then stopping one another, exchanging pleasantries or scraps of relevantly irrelevant information. Gossip.
Robert LudlumHate and love are essentially the same in that the person who loves is as easily manipulated as a person who hates
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