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“تتحدث النساء لنفس الاسباب التي يتوقف الرجال بسببها عن الكلام”

Quote by John Gray

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John Gray
John Gray

John Gray, born on December 28, 1951, is a renowned author. His works primarily revolve around interpersonal relationships and gender differences, with his most famous book being 'Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus'. His books have gained widespread popularity worldwide, offering profound insights into gender communication and relationship understanding. more

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