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me in twenty years with my children while my wife is in the background rolling her eyes: well you see darling, their names were emma swan and regina mills and- 

I'm Not In Love With You I Promise I Just Hurt When You Hurt And I Don't Know How To Stop It

the next morning, when furlong woke and lifted the curtain, the sky looked strange and close with a few, dim stars. onthe street, a dog was licking something from a tin can, pushing it noisily across the frozen pavement with his nose. already the crows were out, sidling along and letting out short, hoarse caws and longer, fluent k a a a a h s as though they found the world more or less objectionable. one stood tearing at a pizza box, holding the cardboard down with his foot and pecking, suspiciously, at what was there before flapping his wings and quickly flying off with a crust in his beak. dapper, some of the others looked, striding along, inspecting the ground and their surroundings with their wings tucked in, putting furlong in mind of the young curate who liked to walk about town with his hands behind his back.