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Men. The Day They Learned To Admit To A Mistake Was The Day They Became Women.

The Ranks Of Society Are Once Again Filled With Ambitious Mamas, Whose Only Aim Is To See Their Darling Daughters Married Off To Determined Bachelors

Society Is Capricious And Rewards The Bad As Often As The Good. But It Never Rewards The Quiet.

And For The Rest Of The Night, He Couldn’t Quite Forget The Smell Of Her Perfume. Or Maybe It Was The Soft Sound Of Her Chuckle. Or Maybe It Was Neither Of Those Things. Maybe It Was Just Her.

But Looking Beautiful Isn't, I Think, As Important As Feeling Beautiful.