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Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry.

Paullina Simons

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Paullina Simons
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: January 1
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St. Petersburg
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Hungry
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Love

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I'll take your breath any way you give it to me, Shura.
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They had no past. They had no future. They just were.
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I was blinded by stupidity for a brief moment in our life, for a flicker in the eternity in which you and I live, and I stumbled.
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Courage, Alexan­der,” she whis­pered. “Courage, Ta­tiana.
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He stared at her fists and at her face and said with upset incredulity, You promised me you would forgive me- Forgive you,Tatiana hissed through her teeth, tears streaming down her face, for your brave and indifferent face, Alexander! She groaned in pain. Not for your brave and indifferent heart.
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In Alexander's life there was one thread that could not be broken by death, by distance, by time, by war. Could not be broken. As long as I am in the world, she said with her breath and her body, as long as I am, you are permanent, soldier.
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