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A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.
A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.
Why can't all different types of women be considered beautiful? Why can't we can't we all be considered possible love read more
Why can't all different types of women be considered beautiful? Why can't we can't we all be considered possible love interests?
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected read more
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.
The more education a woman has, the wider the gap between men's and women's earnings for the same work.
The more education a woman has, the wider the gap between men's and women's earnings for the same work.
I haven't reported my missing credit card to the police because whoever stole it is spending less than my wife.
I haven't reported my missing credit card to the police because whoever stole it is spending less than my wife.
What I've learned is you treat women right.
What I've learned is you treat women right.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
In this day and age, some turn 18 and think they're a man or a woman and that's it, but read more
In this day and age, some turn 18 and think they're a man or a woman and that's it, but that's just not true. You have to establish your manhood or your womanhood with actions.
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. read more
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.