Why is the measure of love loss? — Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Why is the measure of love loss? — Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Why is the measure of love loss? — Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Why is the measure of love loss? — Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Why is the measure of love loss? — Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
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Why is the measure of love loss?

— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
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