When you transplant a rose, transplant the reddest one. — Marty Rubin
When you transplant a rose, transplant the reddest one. — Marty Rubin
When you transplant a rose, transplant the reddest one. — Marty Rubin
When you transplant a rose, transplant the reddest one. — Marty Rubin
When you transplant a rose, transplant the reddest one. — Marty Rubin
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When you transplant a rose, transplant the reddest one.

— Marty Rubin
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