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“What are you so worried about? What makes you think if we got together that we’d even stay together? We wouldn’t, most likely. Nothing is permanent, especially in this town. Everything is just another set, waiting to be dismantled and hauled to the dumpster. We’d hook up, have some fun for a few weeks, a few laughs, nothing wrong with that. And then we’d go out separate ways. It would end the way most things end. I’d think about you for a while. Maybe you’d think about me. I’d ache for you a little bit, the way one does when things are over, even things that aren’t meant to be. I’d get busy with my life. You’d get busy with yours. We’d say we’d keep in touch. But we never would. And when people asked, we’d say we had a thing once, you and me. One minute it was, and the next it wasn’t. It didn’t mean it wasn’t real. It just wasn’t forever. And years later maybe we’d run into each other on the street somewhere, and you’d barely remember my name. And I’d barely remember yours. I’d say to you, hey, remember how you once loved me? And you’d say sorry, not really. And I’d say yeah, me neither.”

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Inexpressible Island

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Paullina Simons
Paullina Simons

Paullina Simons (born 1963) is a Russian-American author best known for her bestselling novel 'The Bronze Horseman' and its sequels. Born in Leningrad (now St. Petersburg), she emigrated to the United States with her family in 1978. She graduated from the University of Kansas and later pursued a writing career. Her works, often set against the backdrop of World War II, blend historical events with romance and drama. Simons' writing is characterized by emotional depth and vivid storytelling. Her books have been translated into over 30 languages and sold millions of copies worldwide. She continues to write and resides in the United States. more

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