- Too many among us die at thirty and are buried at eighty
- Living the same week a few thousand times and calling it a life
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In the old old days when I grew up, youth don't have all the gadgets to kill their time in a hot windless afternoon during the summer, and books were the escape from the mundane passing of the time. Doors opened with a flip of the page, and the fun begun ....
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