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“People need people and the happiest people are surrounded with friendly flesh. If you have ten kids they'll be so sweet -- ten really sweet kids! Have twelve! What if there were 48 pro baseball teams, you could see a damn lot more games! And in this fashion we get away from tragedy. Because tragedy comes when someone gets too special.”

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