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You been stomping around here in those boots like you owned the place, thinking every woman you saw was going to fall madly in love. But here’s one woman didn’t pay you any mind.
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But you won’t stay young forever, didja ever think of that? What’ll become of you then? You’ll end your life in the gutter and it’ll serve you right, ‘cause the gutter’s where you came from and the gutter’s where you belong.

Inge, William. Four Plays. Grove Press, New York, NY. 1958. pp 123 - 124.

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