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“No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from. -George Eliot
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There's a light on in the attic. Thought the house is dark and shuttered, I can see a flickerin' flutter, And I know what it's about. There's a light on in the attic. I can see it from the outside. And I know you're on the inside... lookin' out. She
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am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place. -Michael Faudet
