Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. ' You'll always be like this to me. ' Oh no; but promise me you'll remember. ' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.
I don't like the word nuclear exchange, it's like an exchange of wheat and so on. It's a horrible term and I always cross it out when I see it somewhere.