There is no shame in loving. — George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
There is no shame in loving. — George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
There is no shame in loving. — George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
There is no shame in loving. — George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
There is no shame in loving. — George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
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There is no shame in loving.

— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
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