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“Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is thread, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years.”

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Simone Signoret
Simone Signoret

Simone Signoret, born on March 25, 1921 and died on September 30, 1985, was a renowned French actress. Her achievements in the film industry were internationally recognized, particularly for her performances in classic films. more

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