"A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac."
"We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I'm not convinced that it-passion-is one of those things that you have an endless amount of-like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I'm not so sure I'll ever love like that again."
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