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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I wonder what became of you, your JohnnyRotten skin, no Emerald City eyes.You'd have been a beauty if you let inferiority steam your glasses with its candor, sans laughter. - Quote by Kristen Henderson

I wonder what became of you, your JohnnyRotten skin, no Emerald City eyes.You’d have been a beauty if you let inferiority steam your glasses with its candor, sans laughter.

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