Lonely was much better than alone. — Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
Lonely was much better than alone. — Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
Lonely was much better than alone. — Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
Lonely was much better than alone. — Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
Lonely was much better than alone. — Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
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Lonely was much better than alone.

— Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
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