Laurie R. KingEveryone is allowed a weakness, even women of the twentieth century.
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George Bernard Shaw said: “Everyone is allowed a weakness, even women of the twentieth century.” Women of the twentieth century are free to make mistakes and learn from their errors. We’re not as hard on them as we once were, and we need to remember that. We owe it to those who do not have that luxury.
Source: A Letter Of Mary
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