Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of — Jo Nesbo
Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of — Jo Nesbo
Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of — Jo Nesbo
Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of — Jo Nesbo
Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of — Jo Nesbo
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Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of childhood or the first time we fell in love.

— Jo Nesbo
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