A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man. — Charles Dickens
A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man. — Charles Dickens
A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man. — Charles Dickens
A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man. — Charles Dickens
A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man. — Charles Dickens
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A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.

— Charles Dickens
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