Once again, she was putting her belief in love, trusting her feelings, but she’d been disappointed so often before that she was no longer sure of anything. Nonetheless, this was the great gamble of her life.
Way too much on my mind.
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I dig it.
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I don’t like you, but I love you.
Seems that I’m always thinking of you.
You treat me badly, I love you madly.
You’ve really got a gold on me.
-Smokey Robinson, 1962
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