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Hope erodes slowly, over time, until you wake up one night at three o'clock in the morning and realize: I am not meant for that kind of thing.
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Hope erodes slowly, over time, until you wake up one night at three o’clock in the morning and realize: I am not meant for that kind of thing.

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