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Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness? (Ellen Hopkins)

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Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?
Ellen Hopkins Quotes: Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?