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In Traveling, A Companion, In Life, Compassion.

There Weren't Any Curtains In The Windows, And The Books That Didn't Fit Into The Bookshelf Lay Piled On The Floor Like A Bunch Of Intellectual Refugees.

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When You Fall In Love, The Natural Thing To Do Is Give Yourself To It.