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"So, that husband of yours is going to be at the party –
Well, I hope he chokes; let him drop dead, who cares?
How am I going to act? – just stare at the girl I'm in love with,
Be just one more guest, let some one else feel your breast,
Let some one else put his arms around you whenever he wants to,
Sit at your side, rub knees, lean on your shoulder a bit?"
Ovid, The Art of Love
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