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Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr Maddox?"
"What, baby?"
Her expression turned serious. "In another life, I could love you."
I watched her for a moment. {...} She was drunk, but just for a moment it didn't seem wrong to pretend that she meant it.
"I might love you in t h i s one."

— Walking Disaster.