Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights — you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
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Words are like eggs dropped from great heights

— you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.
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