My dear, I’ve finally figured out when one starts to grow up. The day’s marked by a laugh. You grow up the day you have your first real laugh — at yourself. Falsely yours, Ethel...
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My dear, I’ve finally figured out when one starts to grow up. The day’s marked by a laugh. You grow up the day you have your first real laugh — at yourself. Falsely yours, Ethel...
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