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The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.

-William Shakespeare

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The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To

William Shakespeare

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.

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