Mary Howard:
Jimmie, you can't make fun of my writing. I'm getting along.
Jimmie:
Like a snail with a shot in the arm - backwards, very fast.
Mary Howard, Jimmie:
Why do you want to hurt me?
Jimmie:
I don't. I'm sorry, Mary, but that last book of yours...
Mary Howard:
Is the best thing I've done.
Jimmie:
Ohhh. Woodruf tell you that?
Mary Howard:
No, not exactly.. Yes. Yes, he did.
Jimmie:
Kind of a yes and no, huh?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:12