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Better to be able to love than to be loveable

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“Have you lost your damn mind? Running like that?” He spoke in Spanish. “You’re pushing me over the edge, Antonio.” She pitched her voice so low he could barely hear. “Bringing me to this place, hanging the possibility of my father out in front of me. You are driving me to do crazy things.” “Kiss me,” he whispered into her ear. “Now you’ve lost your mind.”