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I've Certainly Learned A Great Deal From My Husband, Though, And Could Never Have Written A Book Like Liquor Without Him And The People He Introduces Me To And The Stories He Brings Home.

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I've Certainly Learned A

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I've Certainly Learned A Great Deal From My Husband, Though, And Could Never Have Written A Book Like Liquor Without Him And The People He Introduces Me To And The Stories He Brings Home.

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