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My dear Hülya… I love your words that expresses that thought. I would be happy to oblige, if it were possible, bearing in mind that there seems to be no half measures in this caring business, as the only measure of truly caring is all giving. In other words, all or nothing at all, as Frank Sinatra sang so well, in the “All or Nothing at All” song composed in 1939 by Arthur Altman. However if by chance you should find a dose measure control, please with us who from time to time have that tendency to overdo caring.
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I had not known about the composer of that memorable Frank Sinatra song, so I thank you for helping me make the connection, dear Jean-Jacques. You have my promise…if I should ever find an answer to my quest, I will first share it with you (because I appreciate your interpretation of my thought), and then, with the rest of the world. In the meantime, we both – along with whoever else – keep giving. Şerefimize!
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no, not the dose, but how you feel about it . . . that you control . . . all love
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smiles, dear One, big smiles…I feel worn out about it, hence the slight complaint…all love, as always!
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