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The Schleiffen Man enquirer headlines and press room breadwinners.... 000608
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ShnizelCheese Another word for an absolute Crock of Shit, things made up for people to have something to Skinner about... 030424
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ShnizelCheese Another word for an absolute Crock of Shit, things made up for people to have something to Skinner about... 030424
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Risen Almost as good as Grey's when it comes to quotations about how I feel, and the differences between her and I.

Olivia: Im sorry. Edison, Im really sorry. I could marry you. I could be a senators wife. Id probably be happy. I could probably give all this up and live in a country house and have babies and be normal, I could. But I dont want to. Im not built for it. I dont want normal and easy and simple. I want...I want.

Edison: What? What? What do you want, Olivia?

Olivia: I want painful...difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love. Dont you want that, too?

Edison: Love is not supposed to be painful or devastating. Love isnt supposed to hurt, Liv.


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Now me? I think that love should be intense, full of passion and fire, and be a little bit dangerous, but also warm and safe, and full of poetry and beauty, and all about standing together and defying the world. I know that love can be painful and life-changing. It makes you grow so very much.

But what the fuck do I know? I'm single, and she's married, so obviously she got it right.

Right?
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Risen Then again, maybe I just like it because it's all about a woman in love with a married man 151111
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Risen Will: I love her. [...] We denied it for months because that's what you do. You deny it. You pretend it's not happening. You pretend it's all above board and it's appropriate and the next thing you know you're having sex in the coat closet at your brother's engagement dinner. He loves her. She's his wife. And she and I, well, we have what we have. It might not be much but it's what we have.

Olivia: You have nothing. You have a pile of secrets and lies, and you're calling it love. And in the meantime you're letting your whole life pass you by while they raise children and celebrate anniversaries and grow old together. You're frozen in time. You're holding your breath. You're a statue waiting for something that's never going to happen. Living for stolen moments in hotel hallways and coat closets and you keep telling yourself they all add up to something real because in your mind they have to but they don't. They won't. They never will. Because stolen moments aren't a life. So you have nothing. You have no one.
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