There's a delicious irony in seeing private luxury jets flying in to Washington, D.C., and people coming off of them with tin cups in their hands saying that they're going to be trimming down and streamlining their businesses. There's a message there.
I am a ordinary teenager. I fall in love like everyone else.
My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.
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