When you touched it maybe love or maybe lust. 
But when you feel it...its definitely love.
A pure love.

Oh, Pipo, I'd be glad for you to try. But do believe me, my dear friend, touching her heart is like bathing in ice" I imagine. I imagine it feels like bathing in ice to the person touching her. But how does it feel to her? Cold as she is, it must surely burn like fire.

Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out, indeed, to be a threatening place. “So,

Grigori não conseguiu se forçar a acenar de volta. Virou as costas e foi embora.

Written By Ken Follett

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