Self-hatred is worse than loneliness. — John Irving, In One Person
Self-hatred is worse than loneliness. — John Irving, In One Person
Self-hatred is worse than loneliness. — John Irving, In One Person
Self-hatred is worse than loneliness. — John Irving, In One Person
Self-hatred is worse than loneliness. — John Irving, In One Person
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Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.

— John Irving, In One Person
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