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Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm.
Let me be hungry...have too much to eat.
Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful.
Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin.
Only let me be something every blessed minute.
And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
- Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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