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Retirement Wasn't A Reward At The End Of A Well-run Career ... It Was A Void Surrounded By Endless Dull Hours, Haunted By Memories Of Work.

You're The Love Of My Life. I Don't Care How Corny That Sounds. You're The Start Of It, And The End Of It. And You're The Best Of It.

Why Were There No Buoys In Life To Show You The Way?

Okay. Look, Why Don't You Take Care Of The Half A Million Things You've Been Letting Dangle In Roarke's Empire Of Everything?" "catchy Title. I May Use It One Day.

What Did She Say?" Eve Asked When They Got Into The Car. "here's Love, She Said, To Hold Until Next We Meet And I Give You More.