Her boyish figure belied her femininity.

The real capper is when St. John starts fawning over Hugh Hefner, host of the finest Super Bowl party known to man, musing: “The question isn’t whether Hef is the hippest octogenarian on the planet.

the generation of one thing is the corruption of another , although it be substantially true concerning the form and matter , is also dispositively verified in the efficient or producer

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