I ordered a coffee and a little something to eat and savored the warmth and dryness. Somewhere in the background Nat King Cole sang a perky tune. I watched the rain beat down on the road outside and told myself that one day this would be twenty years ago.

If I'm gone...
    Know that I've tried
         and I'm tired.... 
Just remember... 
    I've been set free...

Love is also a mysterious thing: the more we share it, the more it multiplies.

Is this how you act toward your honored guest? You must take him out onto the street and walk him around a bit to wake him up. The cold will do him good." "He's lying in the snow. Isn't that cold enough?

Written By Arthur Golden

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