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It Always Does Seem To Me That I Am Doing More Work Than I Should Do. It Is Not That I Object To The Work, Mind You; I Like Work: It Fascinates Me. I Can Sit And Look At It For Hours.

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It Always Does Seem

Jerome K. Jerome

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It Always Does Seem To Me That I Am Doing More Work Than I Should Do. It Is Not That I Object To The Work, Mind You; I Like Work: It Fascinates Me. I Can Sit And Look At It For Hours.

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