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“You don't. It doesn't work. One day, you wake up, and you've learned how to store it, and you go to another part of the heart.”

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Sandra Bullock
Sandra Bullock

Sandra Bullock is an accomplished American actress, born on July 26, 1964. She is renowned for her remarkable performances in films such as 'Speed' and 'Miss Congeniality'. Bullock has won an Academy Award for Best Actress and is considered one of Hollywood's most influential actresses. more

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