"Since when is love available for purchase? I guess it went on sale when you forgot what your worth is. He buys you gifts and takes you out for dinner. You swear that he's a winner; remember: buying patronages made 'saints' out of sinners. Your inner peace is fading with every penetration; you're holding out for his heart, you'll never finish waiting. You sold your heart without him ever truly paying."
-A. Lewis
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