Kids chase the love that eludes them. — Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Kids chase the love that eludes them. — Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Kids chase the love that eludes them. — Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Kids chase the love that eludes them. — Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Kids chase the love that eludes them. — Mitch Albom, For One More Day
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Kids chase the love that eludes them.

— Mitch Albom, For One More Day
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