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I'm in Canada and I can testify that there are many very beautiful women here. There are ugly ones too of course (like everywhere else I'm sure), but they don't go to places like, say, beaches as much because all the pretty ones there make them feel bad about themselves. Sad but true.
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The word "time" split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time.
—Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
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