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A Long Stretch Of Road Will Teach You More About Yourself Than A Hundred Years Of Quiet Introspection

He Had A Bright, Reckless Tenor That Was Always Wandering Off, Looking For Notes In The Wrong Places.

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Just Handle The Books Gently And You’ll Get Along Fine.