If he loved me, he couldn't kill me. — Cynthia D. Witherspoon, Downfall
If he loved me, he couldn't kill me. — Cynthia D. Witherspoon, Downfall
If he loved me, he couldn't kill me. — Cynthia D. Witherspoon, Downfall
If he loved me, he couldn't kill me. — Cynthia D. Witherspoon, Downfall
If he loved me, he couldn't kill me. — Cynthia D. Witherspoon, Downfall
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If he loved me, he couldn't kill me.

— Cynthia D. Witherspoon, Downfall
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