There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage. — E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
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There is no truth I hate, it is blinded by rage.

— E'yen A. Gardner, Love Letters
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