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“The ratio of love is 1:1. The moment you make it 1:2 or 1:3, you create an opportunity of unfaithfulness, mistrust, comparison, jealousy, envy, and conflict. Women understand this principle very well, and they fight the men the moment they increases the ratio.”

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The Greatest Proposal

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