I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind. — Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind. — Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind. — Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind. — Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind. — Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
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I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.

— Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable
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