She loves the smell of cute notebooks, of colored pens, and of new books. She eats like a man, although she has never been mistaken as one. She laughs at the lamest jokes here on earth, but can't pull off a decent joke herself. She's clumsy, but always makes sure her heart is in the right place.
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"The fact is that love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, strikes deep roots throughout our being, and continues to put out leaves on a heart in ruins. And what defies explanation is that the blinder the passion, the more tenacious it is. It is never more solid than when it lacks all reason."