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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I cannot separate the man you are now from the boy you were then, and it's killing me. I wanted everything for you, son.I still do. - Quote by Blake Crouch

I cannot separate the man you are now from the boy you were then, and it’s killing me. I wanted everything for you, son.I still do.

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