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Henrietta: When I was a lass I used to imagine the kind of man I’d marry one day – his face, his voice, his hair – even minute details about his personality! Did you do that oo Henry dear?”
Henry: Sure.
Henrietta: Did your imaginary girl look anything like me?
Henry: I don’t know… I never go above the neck…”
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Impressions 
Sounds just like any man.
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