47.2 - Spring 2018

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But how many swimming pools can I have?

Less flattery and more cocktails. Eggs, bacon, and ham in large quantities. A 30-piece string orchestra. It’s simple arithmetic, darling. I haven’t even pity for you.

Other people think they have it, but you have it. Now I’m going to climb into a bikini. Darling, let’s be poor! But first, let’s be rich.

Now, don’t kiss my forehead again. Now dole out some pearls. Come over and drag me around because I like it. But if you really love me, you’re dropping diamonds from your crop duster.



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