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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs. - Quote by Alice Hoffman

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

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