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A bookworm in bed with a new novel and a good reading lamp is as much prepared for pleasure as a pretty girl at a college dance.

Phyllis McGinley

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Phyllis McGinley
Age: 72 †
Born: 1905
Born: March 21
Died: 1978
Died: February 22
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Oregon
Phyllis McGinley
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College
Bookworm
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Bookworms
Pleasure
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Lamps
Girl
Bed
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Good
Dance

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