The peace she longed for was closer than she thought.
He was about to learn even porcelain could be dirted.
No good deed is without price. She had learned that early on.
She was the kind of beautiful men wished for their wives and prayed againist for their daughters.
The story was nothing but false hope for a broken woman.
Sometimes thinking is in the way.Sometimes it is better to just feel.
This fairytale will live on in the memories.
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