Great saying by great authors Quote by Virginia Apgar Download Open image “Nobody, but nobody, is going to stop breathing on me.” — Virginia Apgar ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Great saying by great authors
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