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Forget Paris
Remind Me To Forget About This Tomorrow...
Art and Sex and Literature.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
"Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luu- urve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes I have to invent, of course I - I do, don't you think I do?"
Text:
Woody Allen
, Annie Hall
Photo:
Joseph Szabo
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