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The days of my youth, as I look back on them, seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger sees whirling in the wake of the observation car.
— Vladimir Nabokov
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When someone hands you a flyer, it's like they're saying here you throw this away.
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