Oh, you mean love. You mean the big lightning bolt to the heart where you can't eat and you can't work and you just run off and get married and make babies.The reason you haven't felt it is because it doesn't exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me to sell nylons. You're born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I'm living like there's no tomorrow, because there isn't one.
-Don Draper
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fundamentals of botany
In many cases the organs of plants are disguised, appearing to be what, in reality, they are not; stems may masquerade as leaves, and leaves as stems.
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