- Do you think I’m wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. – No, he said. – Why? – Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it’s only noon. You couldn’t be something that hundreds of others are.
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