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“Why did you take me down this road if you don't want to walk with me? Why do you exist all alone, when you could just talk to me?”

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Sara Quin
Sara Quin

Born in September 1980, Sara Quin is a talented musical artist known for her unique voice and creative talent. She has gained recognition in the music industry, particularly for her role in the band Tegan and Sara. more

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