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Think how you love me," she whispered. "I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you t

Think how you love me," she whispered. "I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night.
----F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night



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