Feeling for an ashtray, he found a book at the side of her bed. The umbearble lightness of being,spine creased at the "erotic"bits. The problem with these fiercely individualistic girls was that they were all exactly the same. An other book: The man who mistook his wife for a hat. Silly bloody fool, he thought, confident that it was not a mistake he would ever make.
Get the worst cliched lovestory and make a movie out of it, and then uploaded on Cuevana so that girls like me simply love it and feel identified with the whole shit. And If somebody could posibbly PLEASE change the end for a Disneyed Happy One, I´d be pleased
