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The Only True Animal Is A Cat, And The Only True Cat Is A Gray Cat.

I Don't Really Care What People Think About Me If They Don't Let Me See It.

Anne Shirley. Anne With An "e.

God's In His Heaven, Alls Right With The World', Whispered Anne Softly.

March Came In That Winter Like The Meekest And Mildest Of Lambs, Bringing Days That Were Crisp And Golden And Tingling, Each Followed By A Frosty Pink Twilight Which Gradually Lost Itself In An Elfland Of Moonshine.