Sometimes, he would drive too fast.My imagination created the most beautiful affair.He could not foresee the consequences of falling.We both met him at the same time.Why ask a question when you already know the answer?There were always more than two people in the bed.There were no villains to be found.He didn't need a boyfriend to win the war.I am exactly where I need to be.Actions speak louder than words.He could have no expectations of anyone but himself.He told himself he was killing time.He was a passive observer.There was lying on his breath.Something told me to believe in him.The distance was beginning to take its toll.The connection was sporadicPatience was a virtue.He thought he heard a horse.Freezing rain was in the forecast.All would be revealed in time.It was time to surrender.He was tired of playing by the rules of someone else's game.Fear kept him from moving.With every loss, there was a gain.
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