"I can love Alone, even if it's not for money...I love you, and you don't have to pay me..."
Beside the campfire, the sound and feeling like a broken string, the child who was curled up and trembling saying good night, in Sri Lanka. In Court's arms, his body was warm, but his heart was hopelessly getting colder. Friends, this is the first time I am so heartless; love can be an irresistible poison that is more desperate than death.
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