Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour — Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
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Writing to her, I was no longer lonely... I could tolerate anything as long as I had a notepad and a pen and could pour my heart out to her in these letters.

— Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
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