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The truth is most people don’t know anyone at all. We think we know them, but they are really just people who we want to know. We only know what we want to know about them, and we believe what we want to believe about them. You may love someone, and think you know everything there is to know about that person, but you don’t. There’s a lot more out there than you think.
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