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You don't love someone because they're perfect," she says. "you love them in spite of the fact that they're not." i don't know how to respond to that; it's like being told after thirty-five years that the sky, which i've seen as a brilliant blue, is in fact rather green.
-Jodi Picoult
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You Don't Love Someone Because They're Perfect,"

Jodi Picoult
You don't love someone because they're perfect," she says. "you love them in spite of the fact that they're not." i don't know how to respond to that; it's like being told after thirty-five years that the sky, which i've seen as a brilliant blue, is in fact rather green.
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