Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. — Hans Christian Andersen
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. — Hans Christian Andersen
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. — Hans Christian Andersen
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. — Hans Christian Andersen
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale. — Hans Christian Andersen
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Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.

— Hans Christian Andersen
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