Love. Disgusting. Personally, I don't understand why people even like love. I find it wasteful. I don't get love, it just..never comes to me. Not romantic love, at least.
Familial love? Sure, I guess I get that. Ruth and I have a sisterly love. I love her, my sister. She is kind and sweet and just overall amazing. But she's the only one I think I've ever loved, I guess, cause she's my sister.
Irene's hung up on some Pinkerton girl who's brother she killed. I don't understand that kind of love..how you could love someone after hurting their family.
The girl loves her back, too! It's all the talk around here. That Irene Kelly loves a girl, that her husband doesn't like it. The rumors are ridicous, seriously. Some people listen to them, some don't. I for one like to hear them, but never act upon them.
Rumors are silly, despite the information they might possess. Their information can be very valuable, despite their reputation for only being hurtful.
Rumours about love, though. Those are something. Rumours and love put together...those could ruin a life.
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