Charlie Brown (while picking petals off a daisy): “She loves me..she loves me not… she loves me…she loves me not…”
Linus: “It is difficult for me to believe that a flower has the gift of prophecy!”
Charlie Brown (while picking petals off a daisy): “She loves me..she loves me not… she loves me…she loves me not…”
Linus: “It is difficult for me to believe that a flower has the gift of prophecy!”
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