“Do you love me,” I asked him once.

 “Sure I do.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you have a reason?”

“Sure. I got a reason,” he said. “Because you are a rose in a field of dirty old tyres, that’s why.

                                                                        Miles from Nowhere, Nami Mun

 

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