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Promises are meant to be kept. We believe in them as children. Yet we forget them when we're adults. A pinky swear used to mean the whole world to us. Acting on this smallest little gesture, making a big impact on us. Breaking this moment, shows the other your true intent. Never make a promise you can't keep. If you do, you'll reveal your own falsehood.

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