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Sardines to loosen up so that he can proceed for the right time to strike. "Conosci il signor Sardine, oggi ho ottenuto la lezione più importante della vita. Vuoi sapere a riguardo? ( You know Mr. Sardines, today I got the most important lesson of life. Wanna know about it? )" Ryan asked creating suspense pouring a shot for him in the empty glass.

"Stop fighting it. Close your eyes and relax. Estarás bien," *****

It says, "Somos uno y no podemos separarnos." I only understand uno means one and separamos, which means separate or separation. I don’t know, I’m not really good at Latin. To think about it, the Sarah that I know isn’t the real Sarah, so why is she using that name when her real name is Martina? I know, I know, this is only an assumption, but it won’t make sense that the Sarah I know looked identical to Martina while her mother, Sarah, is the one whom Josito dedicated his letter to. It’s quite confusing, and I don't have enough evidence to prove this. I need to look deeper. I only have a basis and don’t have any supporting documents to prove my claim. I stopped myself from moving when I hear

“Nothing can stop us… I don't care about anything. About business, about appearances. All I care about is you, Sofia. Let me mend you. Let me love you.” “Do you really mean that?” I whispered, my eyes continuing to brim with tears. “Every single damn word,” Arturo murmured, pressing his lips to my forehead again. “I don't want to know another day in my damn life without you. I came so close to ending my life so many times… So close to overdosing. Being in my position, I've had so many enemies, Sofia. So many damn enemies. And there were days where I felt so empty…

Arturo tried to say but the voice interrupted. “We don't receive imports. We hardly see ships that bring cargos to this island so leave," the voice said again. “No wait, my wife has been badly injured and I have brought her here knowing the healing powers your people," Arturo persisted tightening his grip around me. He was trying real hard to get through. I didn't know the reason why he didn't bash out as he usually did but I guess he was being extra careful because he was with me. “Come forward," the voice said.

(Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Un mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let other kisses make you fall in love Deja que otros besos te enamoren Someone else bring you flowers Que alguien más te lleve flores There are more than a million loves Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quie

I have Arturo with me and that's all I could ever ask for. The End

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“Love is a promise, love is a memory, once given it will never be forgotten, never let it go.” — John Lennon. Camila shivered, looking at Eduardo. He looked like the devil, but a terribly hot devil fully dressed in black. His eyes locked with hers in an attractive, magnetic way. His lips curved into a smile. Oh God, this is so weird. Will Eduardo drink from my body? This is so humiliating! What is he doing here anyway? This is not a very popular bar.