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“We will never be together. Sweetheart. I am too brittle, hidden, and snappish, and you are too married. You are altogether too married.” quote by Sylvia Brownrigg — Download Open image

““We will never be together. Sweetheart. I am too brittle, hidden, and snappish, and you are too married. You are altogether too married.””

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