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Extract from Part 8 Dating in a Lonely City 🌃
I don’t own the images they are used purely to assist the story.
https://my.w.tt/QWiDj5N9d8
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Extract from dating in a Lonely City 🌃
Parts 1-6 available now on:
Wattpad: https://my.w.tt/K8rtRV8hc8
I do not own images they are used as an assist to the story
T apas: https://tapas.io/series/DatingInaLonelyCity/
Inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/romance/551075?utm_source=shared_ios
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zjpwrites · 4 years
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Extract from dating in a Lonely City 🌃
Tapas: https://m.tapas.io/episode/1823785
Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/230701640-dating-in-a-lonely-city
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Extract from Dating in a Lonely City 🌃
Available on wattpad now: my.w.tt/vk9ZVk4x57
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“People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn’t believe in that. Tomorrow wasn’t getting ready for them. It didn’t even know they were there.”
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road
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zjpwrites · 4 years
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I know how fiction matters to me, because if I want to express myself, I have to make up a story. Some people call it imagination. To me, it's not imagination. It's just a way of watching.
— Haruki Murakami
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- Call me by your name (2017).
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Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive.
— Haruki Murakami
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The edges of the puzzle are frayed. The picture is no longer clear, and the pieces refuse to come together.
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I wish words and poetries had the potential to match the correct feelings 🙃
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