This is Lonesome Ridge, so we’d be the lonesome young,” I pointed out. “Sounds like a song.”“Sounds like a heartache,” he said, tightening his arms around me and resting his cheek on the top of my heard. “I don’t want to be lonesome. I want to be with you.
Lucy Connors, The Lonesome Young
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