an English girl might well believethat time is how you spend your love. — Nick Laird, To a Fault
an English girl might well believethat time is how you spend your love. — Nick Laird, To a Fault
an English girl might well believethat time is how you spend your love. — Nick Laird, To a Fault
an English girl might well believethat time is how you spend your love. — Nick Laird, To a Fault
an English girl might well believethat time is how you spend your love. — Nick Laird, To a Fault
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an English girl might well believethat time is how you spend your love.

— Nick Laird, To a Fault
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