If you behave in a manner that poisons your relationship, don__ be surprised when it dies.
Well, clearly someone you trust isn__ really someone you should be trusting,_ she said without thinking, and regretted it when Terrible glanced at her. He did it fast, just a quick cut of his eyes in her direction and then away again, but she saw it. She felt it. It was starting already. She wished she could say she was surprised, wished she hadn__ been waiting for it, expecting it the way she expected rain from black clouds overhead. Nothing in the world was permanent, especially not happiness. She__ always known that. She just wished life would stop proving her right.
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Well, clearly someone you trust isn__ really someone you should be trusting,_ she said without thinking, and regretted it when Terrible glanced at her. He did it fast, just a quick cut of his eyes in her direction and then away again, but she saw it. She felt it. It was starting already. She wished she could say she was surprised, wished she hadn__ been waiting for it, expecting it the way she expected rain from black clouds overhead. Nothing in the world was permanent, especially not happiness. She__ always known that. She just wished life would stop proving her right.
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