I do not approve of myself waking up early, and I have even greater disdain for the fact that I decide to "take advantage" of this early awakening to go and do some excercise. I am not amused.
I started reading Love in the Time of Cholera yesterday and judging by the first line, I think it's going to be a great read:
"It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love."
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