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President overplayed his hand: Woman, say you love me!
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Categories: words and feelings
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An acquaintance, a game, a lifetime of entanglement, as a killer close to him, to bring him down is her purpose, but in the warmth he gave the step by step fall, not half a chance to fight, from hate, to understand, and then familiar with him for her to use their own destiny as a bet, planted a whole piece of the Purple Rose, he for her to break into other people's turf alone, laughingly: out of the ability to get out of it is the destiny. Fist fight is a routine, molestation and play abuse is the instinctive response, she bombed the whole island for him, to save him, just for his sentence: as long as you can guarantee their own safety, others let you kill me also do. He can break his own principles for her, and she can jump out of an airplane for him just to die with him. How does hatred turn into love, until the bloodstained wedding, the life of a man?