‘Do you like it?’ he asked.
‘I do like it,’ she said.
‘No you don’t,’ he said. ‘You must hate it.’
She stopped again.
‘Yes, I suppose you’re right. I hate it.’
‘Then why do you do it?’
‘Because I love you.’
I write as a way of life: books, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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