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Saturday, June 11, 2011
Piece of advice overheard in a restaurant on Elmwood Ave. in Buffalo, N.Y., from a grandfather to his granddaughter, at a post-graduation lunch:
"Stay away from writers and artists. They only make money after they're dead."
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