Oh, everything is gorgeous once it's gone. — Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Oh, everything is gorgeous once it's gone. — Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Oh, everything is gorgeous once it's gone. — Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Oh, everything is gorgeous once it's gone. — Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Oh, everything is gorgeous once it's gone. — Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
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Oh, everything is gorgeous once it's gone.

— Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
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