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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave What must it be like to have such faith in the world, in plans, in your own ability to control your fate? It was contagious, that's what it was. I could not help it. I caught his hope like a plague. - Quote by Amy Lane

What must it be like to have such faith in the world, in plans, in your own ability to control your fate? It was contagious, that’s what it was. I could not help it. I caught his hope like a plague.

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