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“true love ain’t the passenger train that pulls up at the station so that you can board when it’s time. It’s the freight train that ploughs into you when you least expect it. That’s how it was for me at any rate. There’s just no getting over something like that, and if you find someone who makes you feel that way, you hold onto her forever.”

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