I'm the absolute queen bee of unrequited love. — Iris Murdoch, The Sacred and Profane Love Machine
I'm the absolute queen bee of unrequited love. — Iris Murdoch, The Sacred and Profane Love Machine
I'm the absolute queen bee of unrequited love. — Iris Murdoch, The Sacred and Profane Love Machine
I'm the absolute queen bee of unrequited love. — Iris Murdoch, The Sacred and Profane Love Machine
I'm the absolute queen bee of unrequited love. — Iris Murdoch, The Sacred and Profane Love Machine
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I'm the absolute queen bee of unrequited love.

— Iris Murdoch, The Sacred and Profane Love Machine
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