We cannot own each other, Bo. We can only offer what is ours to give. — Sarah Fine, Of Metal and Wishes
We cannot own each other, Bo. We can only offer what is ours to give. — Sarah Fine, Of Metal and Wishes
We cannot own each other, Bo. We can only offer what is ours to give. — Sarah Fine, Of Metal and Wishes
We cannot own each other, Bo. We can only offer what is ours to give. — Sarah Fine, Of Metal and Wishes
We cannot own each other, Bo. We can only offer what is ours to give. — Sarah Fine, Of Metal and Wishes
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We cannot own each other, Bo. We can only offer what is ours to give.

— Sarah Fine, Of Metal and Wishes
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