When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance. — Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
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When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

— Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care
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