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The former are always found in the most
unpredictable places.

You never know what to do with the former: in the heart will not leave - all the blood will be sucked from the defendant - will be gone.

Calls her boyfriend to phone his ex is not excitement, it is paranoia.

People are not objects, they are not exes. They remain in the past.

If the person is betrayed, along with him leaving and my feelings. Slowly, painfully, drop by drop... but go. I don't know how to love what you lost respect for yourself I respect more.

There's a real art to die with dignity and not come back.

But the heart does not forget
People's favorite names and faces,
Over whose earthly path,
They are forever my soul particles...
But the former, what is not to love
Those without orders are settled in the heart,
Asking without words to release him,
Go to "die" in a different place!

- How are you?
- Good, you?
Fine.
- A glass of wine. The biggest!
Whiskey. Double!

- One thing I realized. Don't give up, no matter how hard.
- Damn, you're gorgeous!
Tell that to my ex.

Ross, please listen to me! You're much better than Paolo, you care about me, you love me, you amuse me!
- If I make you laugh, there's an idea - invite Paolo to his bed, and I'll be in the corner telling jokes.

Ex - girlfriend is like a gun you have hidden deep inside. It is no longer loaded, so when it is heard only a dull click, maybe a faint echo, the memory of the shot.

If I have two choices: to die or to return to the former, I'll choose death because it will be quick and painless.

To go back to her ex-husband - like tonsils to sew back.

Beside him is how to return to the house, abandoned decades ago: it seems all is forgotten, but is still remember where some switches which boards in the floor creak, which Windows does that.