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The Man In The Street Is Always A Stranger.

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Few Friendships Could Survive The Moodiness Of Love Affairs.

I Am Often Attracted To People With Whom I Could Not Hold A Five Minute Conversation.

The Young Are Just As Opinionated As The Old, But Have More Exciting Things To Do Than Sit Around Airing Their Opinions All Day.