Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
Maybe that's who you are, what you remember. — Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
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Maybe that's who you are, what you remember.

— Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game
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