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I Never Understood Exactly Why People Get Engaged--the Only Time I Ever Did The Most Disastrous Things Happened--but I Feel That There's A Great Deal To Be Said For Immediate Matrimony Always. If I Once Got Started I'd Probably Have To Become A Mormon To Cover My Confusion. What I Mean Is That If He And She Are Crazy About Each Other It Is Sheer Tempting God To Stay Apart, Come What May. And If People Arent Crazy About Each Other Being Engaged Wont Help Them.

-John Dos Passos

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I Never Understood Exactly

John Dos Passos

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I Never Understood Exactly Why People Get Engaged--the Only Time I Ever Did The Most Disastrous Things Happened--but I Feel That There's A Great Deal To Be Said For Immediate Matrimony Always. If I Once Got Started I'd Probably Have To Become A Mormon To Cover My Confusion. What I Mean Is That If He And She Are Crazy About Each Other It Is Sheer Tempting God To Stay Apart, Come What May. And If People Arent Crazy About Each Other Being Engaged Wont Help Them.

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