| I rather like one touch
of her hand, one smell of her hair, one kiss of her lips, than living in
eternity without it. --City of Angels, 1998 |
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You're not your job. You're not how
much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not
the contents of your wallet. You're not your f*ck*ng
khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
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Last Updated:09/20/2004 03:32:15 +0700
