I dip it in mothers milk, dry it in a sock made of the finest cashmere, then I wrap it in a dried bladder from a camel. I then declare the card a perfect grade and throw it loosely into a cardboard box in which I have written Purfict on the side of the box in magic marker.
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-"Close your eyes and remember this. It won't be back again, it's almost gone.
Even times that don't seem like much will be your only crutch when you're alone.
Time moves slow when you're seventeen and then it picks up steam at twenty-one."
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