Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us. — Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers
Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us. — Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers
Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us. — Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers
Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us. — Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers
Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us. — Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers
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Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

— Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers
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