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There were dozens of people out there. He could have talked to anyone, asked for an adress to the policewoman or that waiter with the funny mustache. But for some reason, he asked him. He chose him between dozens, hundreds of people. That, my friends, is called fate.
Some girls' dreams were to wear an apron and bake a cake for their husband. Rose was different. She wanted adventure. She wanted to fly, to be free. And she knew one thing for sure, getting a husband, having an army of kids to look after and baking cakes didn't sound really adventurous
He had to but he was terrified of it. Brant looked around, and the forest was stil quiet and calm. But he knew they were coming. So he did it. He jumped and started climbing up the trunk. This was his onlhy way to keep himself alive. And if there was one thing he knew for sure was that he needed to be alive.
She loved its taste. She loved the flavour of the sparkly drink down her throat. But most importantly, she loved sharing a glass of champagne with that special someone, with that other girl that made her heart go spinning in her cheast.