…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
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…what your life means depends on how you tell the story.

— Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
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