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The First Love Is The Difficult Love.

Some Loves Come Unbidden Like Winds From The Sea, And Others Grow From The Seeds Of Friendship.

Altruism Accrues Little Benefit To Those Lying Cold In The Gutter.

Never Accept The Proposition That Just Because A Solution Satisfies A Problem, That It Must Be The Only Solution.

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