When you’re sure of what you want, I’ll be right here. — Brigid Kemmerer, Breathless
When you’re sure of what you want, I’ll be right here. — Brigid Kemmerer, Breathless
When you’re sure of what you want, I’ll be right here. — Brigid Kemmerer, Breathless
When you’re sure of what you want, I’ll be right here. — Brigid Kemmerer, Breathless
When you’re sure of what you want, I’ll be right here. — Brigid Kemmerer, Breathless
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When you’re sure of what you want, I’ll be right here.

— Brigid Kemmerer, Breathless
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