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There Isn’t Going To Be A ‘next Lover,’” Grant Said Automatically, Outraged By The Idea. “i’m The Only Man She’s Going To Have.

Love Was The Secret Behind Everything...love Was What Made Vineyards Grow And Filled The Spaces Between The Stars, And Fixed The Ground Beneath His Feet. It Didn't Matter If You Acknowledged It Or Not. You Couldn't Stop The Motion Of The Earth Or Hold Back The Ocean Tides, Or Break The Pull Of The Moon. You Couldn't Stop The Rain Or Pull A Shade Over The Sun.

But I Think If It's The Right Person, You Wouldn't Have To Work So Hard At Intimacy. I Think—hope—it Would Just Happen Naturally. Otherwise, Opening Up To The Wrong Person..." I Made A Face. "like Putting Ammo In Their Hands.

Haven, Don't Ask Me To Define The Boundaries Of Normal. You Know How I Was Raised. My Father Once Struck Strands Of His Own Pubic Hair Onto A Painting And Sold It For A Million Dollars.

It Might Do Wonders For Your Marriage,” Amelia Continued. “it’s Lovely To Talk To Your Husband After You’ve Been To Bed Together. They Just Lie There Feeling Grateful And Say Yes To Everything.” - Amelia To Poppy