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⚡ 👾 🏀 🐳 🥗 👃 💗 👔 🌽 🚙 🌸 💙 🎄 🚕 📗 🎽
Fortune finishes the great quotations, #17
"This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet."
Juliet, this bud's for you.
In a gathering of two or more people, when a lighted cigarette is
placed in an ashtray, the smoke will waft into the face of the non-smoker.
💛 👹 🏓 👑 📘 🐊 🚘 🥒 📀 💄 🎈 💎 📒 🚙 👳 👽