John sat pensively in the back of his best friend's mother's minivan, piloted by his best friend Mark. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. They were silent and no longer observant, being more or less exhausted by the tedious action of the chairs. . I have healed and I am still your wife!\" She looked at him desperately, his eyes illuminated by firelight.
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