The Seal, she lounges like a bride,Much too docile, there's no doubt;Madame Récamier, on side,(if such she has), … - Djuna Barnes

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Since I've made it to 87 so far, obviously my two kids and my seven grandchildren haven't been too hard on me. On the other hand, the fact that I have an unlisted phone number and move a lot might have something to do with it.

Djuna Barnes

The Seal, she lounges like a bride,Much too docile, there's no doubt;Madame Récamier, on side,(if such she has), and bottom out.

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