No police were looking for me, nor any husbands, nor any process servers; there was nothing wrong that a slight case of amnesia would not have cured. But there I was winter in my heart and I was looking for the door into summer.

No police were looking for me, nor any husbands, nor any process servers; there was nothing wrong that a slight case of amnesia would not have cured. But there I was winter in my heart and I was looking for the door into summer.

- Robert Heinlein

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