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I Don't Think There's Any Intrinsic Difference Between A Lover And A Husband. ... If I Were Cynical, I Would Say That A Woman Should Have Both A Good Husband And A Lover. But I'm Not Cynical So I'll Just Say That A Woman Should Have A Lover Who's A Good Husband And A Husband Who's A Good Lover, Perhaps Both.

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Francoise Sagan

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I Don't Think There's Any Intrinsic Difference Between A Lover And A Husband. ... If I Were Cynical, I Would Say That A Woman Should Have Both A Good Husband And A Lover. But I'm Not Cynical So I'll Just Say That A Woman Should Have A Lover Who's A Good Husband And A Husband Who's A Good Lover, Perhaps Both.

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