"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." - Groucho Marx (1895-1977)


Lets get some breakfast..

"I love it...I love every bit of it" she said as she playfully leaned over, taking in the panoramic view surrounding his extravagant new apartment.....he looked on...he wondered if what they had was coming to an end, she looked happy but he knew deep down she would always want more, she was just that kind of gal...she was going places and nothing, or no-one, was stopping her...."you love it enough to stay then?" he asked with a hint of defeat in his voice..."enough to maybe..well..you know.." he continued....she knew. She flicked her hair back in the same way she had the first moment he seen her on that Hollywood strip, it still made him take a sudden breath every time she did it...she didnt answer...he had to look away..the realization came to him again, she was there, she was with him, but she never really would be there...her hand brushed his bare chest, he could smell her fragrance...like a flower that would be gone in winter...she kissed his cheek softly and whispered "lets get some breakfast.."


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