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I eat black olives by the whole can, I don't buy books online and I hope to marry a man just like Steve Martin. Oh, and I proudly write for Hellogiggles.com.
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Love is not breathlesness, it is not excitement; it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love," which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin