Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards in — Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards in — Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards in — Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards in — Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards in — Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
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Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?

— Carla H. Krueger, From the Horse’s Mouth
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