When you're alone is when you can count your friends. — Stephen Richards
When you're alone is when you can count your friends. — Stephen Richards
When you're alone is when you can count your friends. — Stephen Richards
When you're alone is when you can count your friends. — Stephen Richards
When you're alone is when you can count your friends. — Stephen Richards
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When you're alone is when you can count your friends.

— Stephen Richards
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