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May 2015
If he has a face only a mother could love, then so be it and call me his mother. A name is but a name, and you can call me what you wish but, the essence of my love shall forever remain the same; as "a rose that is called by any other name would smell as sweet."
I quoted Juliet Capulet.
Kaliko
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