That’s the problem with women–no entrepeneurial vision.
I say, is this preux? A gentleman naturally reads this sort of thing with the rising horror with which he would contemplate a women’s hockey team at the lesser sort of girls school. But part his locks like the fretful porpentine though they may, he returns a firm nolle prosequi to the temptation to comment. Code of the Woosters.
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