I am attracted to Richard, but I have other things to do with my life. I can’t get bogged down with a guy who is a chauffeur, a failed comedian, and--- God knows, my father warned me--- a philosophy major.
Walking along the path that overlooked the sparkling Pacific below, Lola told herself that her heart had other purposes, than to be in love. She clenched her fists and strode on, past the rose garden and its floral splashes of red and orange and white that seemed to explode in the late afternoon sun. She hated roses, she hated love.
She bit her bottom lip---until it bled.
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