Quote by Moira Young Download Open image ““G'bye, Saba, he says. You sonofabitch, I says.”” — Moira Young ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“Then Jack. Tellin me, farewell not goodbye, I’ll see you out west an – oh, by the way – yer in my blood, Saba.” — Moira Young Copy Share Image
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“Don't give in to fear. Be strong, like i know you are. An never give up, d'you unnerstand, never. No matter what happens. I… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
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