I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric) — Shannon A. Thompson, Minutes Before Sunset
I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric) — Shannon A. Thompson, Minutes Before Sunset
I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric) — Shannon A. Thompson, Minutes Before Sunset
I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric) — Shannon A. Thompson, Minutes Before Sunset
I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric) — Shannon A. Thompson, Minutes Before Sunset
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I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)

— Shannon A. Thompson, Minutes Before Sunset
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