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“No matter what Mr. Philosopher Next Door thought, there were things I knew for sure: That I had once been loved, once, and had loved back. That a person could find hope in the way a weed grew. That the sum of a man’s life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That we made mistakes.”
Change of Heart, Jodi Picoult (via heartquake-ing)
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