Love Quote #7064020
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There really is something irresistible about a lost cause.

There really is something irresistible about a lost

cause.

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posted March 23, 2016 at 2:34pm UTC tagged with love, eclipse, twilightsaga, jacobblack, stepheniemeyer, quote

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And her I love you's sound a hell of a lot like ‘You can always come Home.’

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