I have a strange feeling that I was born with two hearts. I fall in love with people who don't exist. I've trashed a hotel suite. I dream too much. I want to write a book, but I can't seem to write anything longer than five pages. I've been punched in the face. I've lost everything I've ever loved, at one time or another. I have a desperate fear that there is no one out there. My name is Rachel, and if I was Little Red Riding Hood, I would fall in love with the wolf.
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