But for her, life was as cold as an attic with a north-facing skylight, and worries were like silent spiders, secretly spinning webs and crawling through every corner of her heart.
——"Madame Bovary"
When you go back to the past, will you still regret it? Unfortunately, it was getting late and we parted ways at a fork in the road. We were strangers after all.
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