You are thrilled by America's greatest promise of absolute good. Lured by movies, chewed up like a fall guy, only to be conned in Hollywood plot.

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You are thrilled by America's greatest promise of absolute good. Lured by movies, chewed up like a fall guy, only to be conned in Hollywood plot.
Bloom wondrous and real in the mundane, roll in the sweetness of practical and pure.
Have faith that tomorrow will be a good morning.
Bringing a book to life is a labor of love, unique in ability to take you into the wild of literary worlds.
It's true, I want a doomed love that is fierce and tragic.
Listening to my heart, you are all I want.
She is safer if she does not feel too much; she is gently dying in the memory of love.
I've wanted to write but a book would be the proverbial bird in gilded cage, for fear it might disappear and empty her heart.
That heartbreaking face and eyes of incredible delicacy, something made you want to stare and to notice her.
Fate is the captain behind the steering wheel in past narration and tales of magic.