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I Also Have A Brand-new Prescription For Gunfire Jitters: When The Shooting Gets Loud, Proceed To The Nearest Wooden Staircase. Run Up And Down A Few Times, Making Sure To Stumble At Least Once. What With The Scratches And The Noise Of Running And Falling, You Won't Even Be Able To Hear The Shooting, Much Less Worry About It. Yours Truly Has Put This Magic Formula To Use, With Great Success!

I Believe In The Sun, Even When It Rains.

Let's Not Talk About It Any More, But If You Still Want Anything Please Write To Me About It, Because I Can Say What I Mean Much Better On Paper.

But I Won't Bore You Any Longer On The Subject Of Old Men. It Won't Make Things Any Better And All My Plans Of Revenge (such As Disconnecting The Lamp, Shutting The Door, Hiding His Clothes) Must Be Abandoned In Order To Keep The Peace. Oh, I'm Becoming So Sensible!

Riches Can All Be Lost, But That Happiness In Your Own Heart Can Only Be Veiled, And It Will Bring You Happiness Again, As Long As You Live.