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One Way An Author Dies A Little Each Day Is When His Books Go Out Of Print.

Dummy, Dummy, Go Out Now And Fill Your Tummy.

The Boys. The Village Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattleskulled Clodpated Dimdomed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys. How Could Anybody Accuse Her Of Stealing Them? Why Would Anybody Want Them Anyway?

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There Is One Crucial Rule That Must Be Followed In All Creative Meetings. Never Speak First. At Least At The Start, Your Job Is To Shut Up.