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Any time this woman entered the into this man’s life he had a spot for her.
It didn’t matter what others said of him or what advice they gave him.
Whether she was upbeat and alive or sad and dead it was her presence that
he loved, not her mood. If she loved someone else it did not matter to him,
he would love her equally either way. This instance of his love for her
has been common theme amongst romances for a long time. His books
entertained him. They kept him hidden from the truth of his false
relationship with this woman...
williams from United States