I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all. — Bruce Machart, The Wake of Forgiveness
I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all. — Bruce Machart, The Wake of Forgiveness
I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all. — Bruce Machart, The Wake of Forgiveness
I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all. — Bruce Machart, The Wake of Forgiveness
I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all. — Bruce Machart, The Wake of Forgiveness
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I don't reckon misery loves any damn thing at all.

— Bruce Machart, The Wake of Forgiveness
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