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Woman's reason is in the milk of her breasts.

George Meredith

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George Meredith
Age: 81 †
Born: 1828
Born: February 12
Died: 1909
Died: May 18
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Portsmouth
England
Breasts
Milk
Woman
Women
Reason

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