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Perhaps. . .love Unfolded Naturally Out Of A Beautiful Friendship, As A Golden-hearted Rose Slipping From Its Green Sheath.

For There Is No Bond More Lasting Than That Formed By The Mutual Confidences Of That Magic Time When Youth Is Slipping From The Sheath Of Childhood And Beginning To Wonder What Lies For It Beyond Those Misty Hills That Bound The Golden Road.

Tomorrow Is Always Fresh, With No Mistakes In It.

I'd Rather Look Ridiculous When Everybody Else Does Than Plain And Sensible All By Myself.

One Can't Get Over The Habit Of Being A Little Girl All At Once.