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He knew that every woman he’d known had suffered his betrayal! His story with each one of them could easily be made into a gripping film. He knew he’d been generous to every woman who crossed his path. He was astonished by women who insisted on remembering the painful moments and forgetting the happy times they shared with him! He was certain that everything fades and dies with time. Nothing remains the same, no matter how intense it may be. He remained convinced that women were like roses in their beautiful forms, vibrant colors, and the speed with which they fade. And that they were like perfume bottles; no matter how expensive or exquisite their fragrance, their contents would inevitably run out one day!
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