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| What is love? Is it that funny feeling in the pit of your stomach when you see a pretty face? | |
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| Or is it a lifetime of respect and devotion? Is it the flip side of hate, the thing that makes the world go around? | |
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| Or maybe love is the present experience of the promise of the future supported by the achievements of the past. | |
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| If you loved me, you'd shut up. | |
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