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Relationships, Relationships

"Oh, you're a Libra, that explains a lot!  I used to date Libras.  Man!  You'll find love with a Libra, whether you like it or not!"-One of my co-workers on Libras


"It's not mindgames, it's empowerment, that's all." -Evira after being told by me that she was playing mindgames, boardgames, all kinds of games.



"'I suffer,' he announced firmly.

'Then you really must find another job,' she urged him sympathetically, 'You certainly must be qualified for some work where you don't have to shoot people, or beat them or torture them to death.'

'Job?' he said, frowning . . . 'There is nothing wrong with my job.  It is my mistress who causes me torment.'"

-Dorothy Gilman The Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax 
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